WADE
My breath is ragged as I scramble to my feet, legs shaky beneath me, and my heart is pounding so hard that it drowns out everything else. Someone did this, and maybe they are still around. A surge of adrenaline rushes through me, and my gaze darts around the dark road, scanning the tree line and shadows. They could be watching me from anywhere.
My pulse slams against my ribs, and my body remains frozen between fight and flight. Then it moves instinctively, and I turn and run toward my car. My breath comes in short, panicked gasps as I struggle for the door handle, my fingers slipping on the metal and smearing my car with blood. My hands are shaking too hard. Come on, come on!
The moment I wrench the door open, I dive inside, slamming it shut. My nerves scream as I jam the key into
