Another door slam.
Within seconds, the car roared to life. He hit the gas, tearing away from the house.
Where was he taking me?
Would I ever see my friends again? What about my home? I had nothing with me. My purse was abandoned on the floor in Ariella’s house, and my cell phone trashed hours earlier.
I needed help, and I didn’t have the slightest clue what he wanted with me.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice tentative and afraid.
“Shut up!”