We rounded the bend and drove into a private road. The only lights were the lights of the vehicle
and from the barely visible stars peeking through the thick wall of tall redwood trees on both
sides of the road. Then suddenly there was a pop sound and the car swerved barely missing a
tree. After coming to a complete stop and the murderer in front got out to check.
"We got a flat, Sir." He shouted from the front of the car. "Driver's side."
The driver got out to help him change the tyre and then there were sounds of something hitting
the ground and the short cry of "Am..." then nothing.
The old man immediately pulled out a gun and pointed at me. "Don't move an inch! You hear
me!"
I didn't know what was happening, but as I watched the old man hyperventilate, I knew
something was seriously wrong. There were no sounds other than the wind going through the
trees and the occasional cricket. Yet, I felt strange, a strange sort of excitement as hope rose
within me.
"What the hell does he see in you, bitch?" The old man cursed as his phone rang. His hand
shook as he answered it then he went chalk white as he listened then he shakily handed the
phone to me. I frowned at it and he hissed "Take it! Damn it!"
Thoroughly confused I answered, "Hello?"
"Are you harmed?" Came Vlad's clipped Russian voice.
"No," I answered, shocked to hear his voice but afraid to say more.
"Is Irena alright?"
"A bit hungry, she's sucking her thumb." It wasn't a normal habit of hers but given the situation, I
was glad it was keeping her quiet.
"Give him back the phone," Vlad ordered.
I handed over the phone and the man growled:, "This vehicle is bulletproof, but she isn't."
He held the phone to his ear in a death grip for a few minutes saying nothing but grinding his
teeth. His eyes flashed with murder in them whenever he glanced at me. Then came his shout of
"FUCK!" which was followed by "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! As he smashed his iPhone against
the car seats. He lifted the gun to my head as he debated out loud, "I'm an old man. I've lived
my life. No Russian punk isn't going to best me."
But I hadn't begun to live mine and neither had Irena. Then that voice was back. Aren't you the
same woman who charged Vlad with a poker? This is an old man, what sort of mother lets a
man kill her baby without a fight? I closed my eyes as if accepting my fate then slid down and
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