That Geek Is A Trouble

Chapter 11

"Do not move!" The man was pretty angry. He gave a nod to his partner through the driving mirror which I think was some kind of signal. The partner took out yet another gun from the glove compartment and tossed it to him. This was definitely not looking good.

Ian maybe someone else other than what he was pretending to be but I wasn't sure he was equipped to dodge bullets. All sense of calmness washed out of my system and at last I started hyperventilating.

"Please! Please! Don't shoot at him!! Please!" I grabbed the man's hand and tried to pry the gun but all went in vain. And as I knew already I was rewarded by a backhand slap. I screamed out loud as his rock solid hand struck my face sending my glasses flying. My left cheek and lips were throbbing.

"If you don't stay still it will end badly for you. This whole thing has nothing to do with you. It will really be a shame  if I had to mar such a pretty face. Understand?!!" I literally shook in my pants listening to his thunder-like voice.

He then turned to his partner. "Keep the car steady!"

"Okay. But remember we have to take him alive."

"I know," He spat in reply. "You don't have to remind me." He then opened the passenger door opposite to me. Sliding towards it, he hung his body partially out and started shooting at Ian's car. Oh no!! The sound of each bullet was piercing my ear drums. I could also hear the screeching tires and I knew which car's tires sound it was. Ian's. He was trying to dodge the bullets.

With the way this was going, soon Ian was going to get hit. But no way I was sitting idle and let it happen. I had to do something. Seeing the man's body hanging out of the car a light bulb lit inside my head.

It was now or never. And if I failed I was surely going be the next target of his bullet. But I had to take a chance.

I twisted in my place seating longitudinally on the back seat. My head resting on the side opposite to the man's. He was busy raining bullets on Ian and the partner was also not paying attention at the backseat. Holding tight to the seat as possible as I could with my tied hands I kicked at the back of the man with all my strength.

To my disbelief, it actually worked and the man fell out of the car. Three hurrays for me.

But there was another man to deal with who was currently nursing himself out of the shock of seeing his partner falling out.

"What the hell did you do? You bitch!!" Boy, he was angry.

A gun magically appeared in his hand making my eyes pop out of their sockets. Having still some sense intact with me I hid behind his seat trying to stay out of his eyesight. He was cursing out loud. Few words were even new to me.

He definitely adored his partner. My. My.

He kept on shooting. Once at Ian and once at the backseat hoping to shoot anyone of us. But he had to keep driving too so his aims were shitty. The car was swerving badly. I had hit my head more than I could count. I was sure I had a concussion by now.

"Arg!!! If I can't kill you I can very well do this!!"

What?!!

Before I could really guess what he was meaning by that, he gave a jerk to the steering wheel and jumped out of the car opening the door opposite to the driver side. I saw him hitting the asphalt road with my mouth open. It took me some time to register the fact that the driver seat was empty and no one was actually handling the wheel.

When it did I screamed like a banshee.

Let me tell you this. I, Chasity Taylor, didn't know a single thing about driving. Never had I sat behind the godforsaken wheel except once when I tried and drove my father's car and wrapped it around an electric pole. Landing myself with two broken bones and one hell of a head injury. After that incident, I grew a phobia for driving. And till date, I never once gave a thought of giving it a chance.