“Ahhhh!” I scream, trying to get out the helpless feeling that has a tight grip on me. “Why?” No one answers me.
Lynn and Luka follow, and before I know it, we’re speeding out of the parking structure and down into an alleyway where we quickly switch cars.
I’m tumbling back into darkness, once again held in its teeth. Lost, alone, and once more nothing makes sense. I’ve served my time in hell. Why am I back here? What did I do to deserve a second round? One thing I know for sure, I fought my way out before, and I’ll sure as hell do it again!
Squealing tires snap me out of my thoughts as Luka checks to see who it is.
“She must have another tracker on her,” he yells.
Lynn’s hands once again run along my body. I bat her hand away. I hate that she is touching me. I hate that she makes me seethe with anger because her fucking bracelet makes a noise every time she moves her arm. It makes me want to rip it off and jam it down her throat. I need to get out of here! None of this makes sense!
“Savi,” she whispers, “I’m only trying to protect you.”
“Don’t touch me, Lynn,” I hiss under my breath.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I said don’t touch me.” I shift to the corner of the limo, curling up in a ball.
“Savannah,” Luka shouts, “I won’t ask you again. Do you have a tracker on you?”
I shake my head as Luka’s anger toward me brings me to see things more clearly. “It’s the U.S. Army, Luka. This is what they’re trained to do. You should know. You hired them.”
“Hired them?” Lynn looks confused. Her eyes snap to Luka’s. “Why would we hire—”
“Lynn!” Luka snaps at her.
My chest starts to rise and fall as more shit is tossed at me. “Wait…you didn’t hire them? Why did they come for me, then? How did they…?” My head goes light. “Oh my god…everything…everything is a friggin’ lie.” I start to cry and hyperventilate at the same time. Cole lied to me! “Pull over, I’m going to be sick…pull over!”
“No! We can’t,” my father shouts, grabbing a bag and shoving it on my lap.
I snatch it up, holding it tightly. “Please, will someone tell me the truth for once in my life? I demand to know the truth.”
Suddenly, the car stops in an alleyway and I am being pulled out and shoved into a trunk.
“Be a good girl, Savannah,” my father warns.
The last thing I see is Luka’s face as he slams the trunk lid down.
“Oh my god. Oh my god.” My panic escalates as the car begins to move. I can hear Dr. Roberts’s voice in my head. “Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Panicking won’t solve the problem. Stop and look at your surroundings. See what you can do to help your situation. There’s always something you can do.” Holy shit…my phone!
I cover the ear part when I push the number two and send.
“Savannah!” His voice makes me happy, but it’s quickly masked with confusion and hurt. “Are you there, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper, feeling so many things.
“Oh my god! Are you all right?”
“No.” I start to sob. “I’m not.”
“Where are you, baby? Something is blocking our transmission.”
“I’m in a trunk.”
“A trunk?” he nearly shouts. “Okay, did you see anything when they were putting you in there? Your surroundings? Make and model of the vehicle?”
“No.” I sniff trying to hold it together.