Shattered - By Sophia Sharp Page 0,28
And was shocked to see the black car almost right behind them. The windows were tinted, so she couldn’t see inside, but she could make out the model. They were being chased by a black Cadillac.
“Hold on,” Logan muttered, and hit the accelerator. Hard.
Laura cried out at the sudden acceleration, and flew back against her seat. Logan was doing fifty, sixty, seventy miles on the small road. Parked cars flashed by the sides, and Logan swerved left and right to pass other vehicles on the road. Laura gripped the bottom of her seat so tightly she thought she’d never be able to let go.
Laura knew this stretch of road, knew that it would narrow into one lane each way quickly. And she saw a car not far in front of them. There was no way to pass it in this section. Looking back, Laura saw that the Cadillac was still on their tail.
Suddenly Logan switched into the oncoming lane. A yellow school bus came hurtling towards them. It sounded its horn, loudly, urgently. Laura could see a small gap on her right, where the car that had been in front of them slowed down. The bus kept coming, the horn got louder as it came closer, and Laura screamed as they were about to hit it.
At the last moment, Logan veered back into the right lane, just in front of that car. The bus passed by, the reverberations from its passing shaking the Volvo. Laura’s breath caught. She stared at Logan in amazement, but he didn’t look the least bit anxious. At least, not anxious about driving. All he did was keep checking the mirror, continuing to monitor the progression of the black car.
Laura saw an intersection far ahead of them. With a stale green light. She gripped her seat tighter as Logan sped up. He was going to try to make it. As they raced closer, Laura watched in horror as the light turned amber. They were too far to make it. But Logan didn’t let up, didn’t slow down. If anything, he went even faster.
The light turned red, and time slowed for Laura. She watched, paralyzed, as the cars lined up at the light started inching forward, ever so slowly, in the perpendicular direction. And Logan kept going. The other cars started accelerating too, moving further into the intersection. Laura felt their car going faster. The gap between them and the intersection closed. Cars were coming from left and right. And Logan wasn’t slowing down. He was going to go through.
Laura shut her eyes and prayed for nothing to happen. Just at that moment, the loud blare of angry horns from all directions sounded. She felt the vibrations of cars passing in front and behind them, heard the swerving of tires, and was sure she was going to die.
Suddenly, all was quiet. The sound of horns was coming from behind them. She opened her eyes. They were driving on the other side of the crossing. They had made it!
An ear-shattering crash sounded from behind her. She spun around, looking out the back window of the Volvo. And, back in the distance of the intersection, she saw the black Cadillac smashed against the side of an orange truck.
She looked to Logan, who let up on the accelerator. Slightly. He stared straight ahead, now. And he was tense. His jaw was tense, his posture was tense; everything about him was tense.
“Logan, we made it,” she said, “they got hit.”
“Not for long,” he answered. But then she saw him relax. Just a little.
“Logan, you have to tell me what’s going on. Who were those people?”
“I didn’t want to bring you into this,” he answered.
“You have to tell me!”
“It wasn’t meant to be like this.”
“Logan, you have to tell me!”
“I’m sorry, Maria.” He said that in the barest whisper, so quiet that Laura thought she misheard the words.
“What? Logan, what is going on, tell me!” Laura felt herself on the verge of tears. She was scared, emotionally drained. Terrified, really. And uncertain. “Who are you?”
He looked at her. His eyes were red, too. “I’m sorry, Laura. You deserve to know the truth. And you will. I’m going to tell you everything.”
Chapter Thirteen
~Revelations~
They sped down the freeway, away from the city where Laura had grown up. Where she met all her friends, where she had her first crush. Where she got her first kiss. Where her family still was – her mother and father, her younger sister, her big loving dog. They sped