*PHOENIX POV*
Michael held the gun at me at all times until the car was fully stopped. He took the keys from the ignition, and got out, still pointing his gun.
He opened my door, and told me to slowly get out, and if I tried to be the hero, he would shoot me point-blank in the head. I did as he said, not knowing if he was going to shoot me, even if I obeyed everything he said. One thing was for certain, he wasn't in his right mind.
"Don't think of psycho analyzing me either, asshole. Just because you are a doctor doesn't give you the right to treat me like I'm beneath you," he spat.
"Michael, I would never..." I started to speak but was hit by the blunt end of the gun. He continued to beat me with the gun, and I started to lose consciousness. I heard him start to walk back to the car,
