PMS made me do it. More soon.


She comes to.

She can taste metal.

Warm, salty liquid trickling down her nose and over her lips.

She begins to peal her face away from the seat in front of her, her nose a panging throb that causes a pool of bile to permeate in her stomach.

Her tongue smoothes over the front of her teeth, checking to see she hasn't broken any but they remain intact.

She moves her jaw to the side with a painful crack and she chokes suddenly swallowing a bout of saliva and blood. Jesus Christ.

She must have broken her nose or at least given it a solid thrashing because the violent pang runs from the bridge to her forehead.

She lets out a shaky breath, blood lining her gums as she attempts to lift her bound arms upwards but a jolt of pain rips through her left shoulder.

She squeezes her eyes shut, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip as attempts to muffle the pain through gritted teeth. She feels no signs of life around the throat beneath her hands and she wants to think it's a good sign but she can't escape the reality that there's an equally deafening silence coming from the passenger seat.

"Elliot-t," her croaky voice tries but she barely gets it out and there is no response.

She braces herself before she attempts to lift her hands once more but she barely makes it an inch before she is brought back down with the same harrowing pain. She leans forward then, her forehead dropping onto the seat as her heavy cries get muffled by upholstery.

She takes a few jagged breaths, she hears liquid dripping, the distant expelling of tyre air and the clinking of their engine as it slowly gives up.

She tries to call out to Elliot again but a slick film of acidic bile lodges in her throat causing her to choke once more. She spits up in front of her, the warm residue spilling down her chin as shooting pain continues to throb relentlessly through her left shoulder.

She must have broken it she thinks, because any sudden movement feels like a goddamned knife through her flesh.

A few beats pass before she finally manages to peal her eyes open, her eyelids are sticky and damp from tears and fumes.

She smells gasoline, burnt rubber and the slickness of sweat but it's the gas fumes she is concerned about as she tries to gauge whether anything has been caught alight.

She hears movement in the distance and she slowly starts to twist her head towards the sound.

Her hazy vision trails across broken glass, twisted metal and that's when she sees it - the stark outline of Elliot's profile, his head slunk heavily to one side, a trail of blood streaking down his neck and the startling carnage of a car mangled into his door.

What the hell has she done?

TBC