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I take a deep breath and calmly exhale as I hold on to the glass from the broken window. I look at Bexley. I hear the crunch of the tires, and then it comes to a stop. The door creaks open and then it shuts, but he leaves the car running like always.

“Are you ready?” I ask her.

She nods, but she looks terrified.

“We got this,” I say, trying to reassure her, but I’m not so sure myself. Regardless, I don’t let her see my worry. I give her a wink. She smiles, but it’s not from happiness. I look at the door. It opens and I plunge the glass straight into his stomach.

Trig grunts, and a gun falls out of his hand. He swings his arm out to hit me, but he misses and falls forward, away from the door.

“Run, Bexley,” I say just as he thrusts his body into mine.

I feel the air exit my lungs. Trig moves his fist back and hits me in the face, once, twice. I nearly black out.

A loud gunshot rings through the cabin.

“Get the fuck off him,” Bexley says. Trig freezes and I shove him. I stand up and walk over to Bexley.

Trig laughs and shakes his head.

“Why didn’t you just shoot him?” I ask her.

“Figured you’d want to handle that.”

I feel lightheaded. I sway.

“I told you to run. You never list…”

“Danny?” she says. I look down and see blood. My knees buckle. “Oh God. The glass.”

I put my hand there and feel it.

“Watch out!”

Blackness.

To be continued…