Haunting-Adeline

Who the fuck is a er me? It could be Max, finally ge ng his revenge for
a murder I had nothing to do with. Or it could be the men Mark sicced on
me. Finally coming to collect me.
The rev of their engine is my only warning. This me, I’m prepared for
the hit, despite the force of it s ll taking my breath away.
Before I can wrangle control over the vehicle, they're crashing into me
again. My car whips side-to-side as I fight for control. My chest pumps with
adrenaline and panic, and dread has started to form in the pit of my
stomach. I have a sinking feeling that I’m not going to be able to get out of
this.
My gas pedal can’t go down any further, and the higher the speed, the
more I lose control.
It takes one more hit before I go careening off the side of the road and
into a ditch. My world spins as the bumper of my car hits the ditch at an
angle before my car upends, flipping over on itself twice before landing
harshly on the roof.
The impact is deafening as the windows explode. Glass shards blast
against me from all direc ons, slicing my skin to shreds.
When everything se les, I realize I’m s ll screaming.
I suck in a sharp breath, the sound nearly animalis c as panic takes over.
I’m upside down, s ll strapped into my seat. The seatbelt is digging
painfully into my chest, constric ng my already ght lungs further.
“You hit her too hard,” a voice calls from somewhere outside my car.
“Shit, check to make sure she’s not dying, you fucking idiot.”
Just as the voice filters through, so does the pain.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my body pulsa ng with sharp agony. I moan as
the feeling worsens un l I can’t think past my broken body.
A head appears in my window. I meet the gaze of a man with darker skin
and bo omless black eyes.
“She’s alive,” he announces, a relieved smile curling one side of his lips.
“Get her out,” an answering voice demands sharply.
“What do you want from me?” I groan, swa ng weakly at his hands that
are messing with the buckle on my seatbelt. He doesn’t answer, so I keep
asking.
“Shut the fuck up before I knock you out!” he bellows. The click of the
seatbelt is my only warning before my body drops down headfirst. I