7 May 2012
The whole car was full with Eli's angry air. He was going slow at first, but once that sun sank below the mountains that surrounded us, he flipped off his headlights and evenly pressed his foot to the gas.
I'd always known Eli liked speed. I just never knew how much.
I didn't speak to him. I could feel my fear creeping up with the speed needle.
85. 90. 95. 100. 105. 110. 115. 120.
I couldn't avoid it any longer. I looked out the window.
Everything was flying by us. I couldn't tell what was cars and what was tiny hills. Every once and a while, Eli would swerve the car, to avoid a car with their headlights on that was actually going the speed limit.
145. 150. 155. 160.
And then there it was. The thing I'd been imagining. He must have too, because there it was.
An overturned truck lying in the middle of the road.
I could see it just by the small shine of the moonlight. And going as fast as we were, heading straight for it, we'd crash into it.
And yes, we were going to die.
"Eli..." I warned him.
He kept going.
"Eli," I said, louder.
The truck. Semi. In the middle of the road.
Leaking gas.
"Eli!" My scream rang through the car.
Eli slapped his hands on the wheel, turning a full 360 into an abandoned lot, tires spinning on the dirt underneath us.
He let go of the brake, letting the car idle. Both of us were breathing hard.
I began to hate him from that moment on.
Which is why I got out of the car and stormed away from him. He'd have to catch me if he wanted to imprison me again.
Not that he hadn't already.
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