Hayden (A Next Generation Carter Brother #4) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,114
no way I’m going to die in the woods because I got fucking lost. That is not how my story is going to end.
“Where the fuck are you?” Kyle roars, and for a second, I think he’s talking to me, but then he continues. “I’m not going down for this, for you. Yeah? Then where the fuck are you? Okay.” He pauses, and I watch him drop the phone to his side, tilting his head back. “Fuck!”
My palms sting as I blindly feel around the ground for a weapon, careful not to make any noise.
I can’t keep outrunning him. My soaked clothes are weighing me down, making it harder to move.
He doesn’t even sound out of breath, whereas my heart is doing overtime, struggling to catch a breath.
I have to fight.
And as much as my dad is going to give me shit for putting myself at risk, he also taught me fight or flight. And right now, it’s fight. All I have to do is injure him enough to slow him down.
Hell, if it wasn’t raining, I’d climb a tree and hide out until my dad got here, but I’m not risking my neck over that whooped ass.
I inwardly groan at my choices of weapon. All I have around me that I could potentially use are sticks, branches, stones, and a shit load of ivy.
I force as many stones into my pockets as I can, which isn’t many, since today, of all days, I decided to wear the tightest pair of fucking jeans I owned.
They couldn’t have kidnapped me on a Simba pyjamas and hoody day?
I want to cheer when my fingers wrap around a thick branch, heavy, yet not so big I can’t lift it up. It’s the perfect size.
Slowly, I get to my feet, using the tree for support, before resting my back against the bark, listening to the sounds of Kyle’s boots drawing closer.
“May the odds be in my favour, motha’ fucka’,” I whisper, barely audible.
It’s his light that shines first, next to where I’m standing, so slowly, I raise the branch over my shoulder.
His footsteps get closer and I hold my breath, my heart raising as I steady my hands. Seconds later, his foot comes into view, crunching down on the leaves and twigs, and I swing the branch with as much force as I can muster, aiming for his face.
A squeak passes through my lips when I step out of hiding and see I only hit his chest.
He looks up, his eyes hard.
“How fucking tall are you?” I snap, swinging the branch again.
He sees it coming this time, catching it in his hand while his other snaps out, gripping around my neck like a vice.
“You silly fucking cunt,” he growls, throwing the branch away.
“Can’t breathe,” I rasp, my toes trying to find purchase on the ground.
This is not how I saw this playing out. Not one single bit.
“I’m going to snap your fucking neck,” he spits, baring his teeth. “That was my cousin you fucking stabbed tonight.”
“Y-you say t-that like I’m s-supposed to c-care,” I stutter, fighting for another breath.
I shoot him a venomous look when his grip tightens. Lifting my arms, I slap my palms as hard as I can over his ears, stunning him. He howls, and when he loosens his grip, I use his distraction to my advantage by kicking him in the balls.
I grunt in pain as I drop to my arse on the cold, wet ground.
“You fucking slag,” he shrieks, falling to his knees.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I gasp out, breathing hard.
I use the balls of my feet to push back, twisting my body to the side to try and force myself up. I feel weak, my legs like jelly.
He continues to choke behind me yet still manages to snatch my ankle tight, dragging me towards him. I claw at the ground, forcing myself to move forward, but to no avail.
Screaming out, I reach for the stones in my pocket, lobbing them at him one after the other as I kick out.
I’m tiring. My entire body is. Yet it’s all I can do. The adrenaline pumping through my body is giving me no choice but to kick out, even if every kick feels like hitting rock.
Frustration pours through me when he continues to overpower me, crawling over my body like he has every God given right. My hips twist side to side as he straddles the bottom of my legs, blocking me from using them.