This isn’t happening. Not now. We have everything figured out and we were so close. I try to struggle but it is no use. I am like a disobedient child, who’s wrist is being held tight by a parent too used to this behavior to notice. I get tossed into the backseat of the car and guard my belly as I thump onto the cool leather seat. The car begins to drive away along with my hopes. As I turn to look out of the back window, I am just able to catch Drew getting into his car. After a moment of watching, I am pretty sure he is following us, but at a safe distance.
About three hours down the road, the goon in the passenger seat finally turns around. I have been pretending to be asleep for about forty-five minutes already, with his beady eyes on me. I hate the way he is looking at me, like he is
