The key rests in the ignition and my nerves become recklessly wild in the bottom of my gut as I turn the key and kick over the engine. It takes precious seconds that I don’t have, and as I release the brake and put the car into drive, I glance into my rearview mirror to find Roman barreling after me, the stairs long behind him.
“FUCK.”
I hit the gas and take off like a fucking raging lunatic. The tires screech on the wet pavement and I quickly lose control as the back tires skid out to the side. Roman stops behind me and just when I think I’ve made the perfect getaway, I glance into my rearview mirror one last time and watch with horror as Roman pulls a gun.
Laying onto the gas, the car jolts forward and I struggle to maintain control. “No, please. NO,” I cry, my eyes filled with unshed tears.