“Hang on,” Henry says as he enters another narrow road.
“What are you doing?” I’m already freaking out.
“There’s someone following us.” I look back and see a huge black car tailing us.
“What do they want?”
“I don’t know.”
“Henry, I’m scared.” He looks at me but says nothing.
He keeps accelerating. The road is empty, and the faster Henry goes, the more the car behind us speeds up too. My heart is pounding when someone from the car behind starts shooting.
“Henry!” I scream as glass shards fly through the car.
“I need you to grab the gun from the back seat.”
“What?”
“Come on, Liz, we don’t have time.” Fear shoots through me.
“I ca—”
“Do you want to die?” I just nod in response. “I need you to get it.”
“Okay.” Tears are about to spill.
I scramble into the back seat with some diff
