Call for Kristine’s help
Hell no.
She isn’t getting in this car with these guys. I grab Katie and pull hard. I’m not trying to hurt her, but I feel like a bruise is better than what might happen if she gets into a stranger’s car.
“Balt—”
“No!” I scream louder. “Kristine!”
“Hey!” Katie shrieks and tries to wiggle out of my grasp.
But I can shriek, too. “You don’t know them. You can’t just leave with them! Get out of there!”
I feel a rough hand on my back, shoving me toward the car. Nice guys don’t try to stuff women into the back of their car. If I had any lingering doubts that these guys were trouble, they vanish. My adrenaline surges, heart pounding.
We’re going to be abducted. Oh my god, we’re going to be abducted.
The hell we are! the fighter in me replies.
I scream. “Kristine
