The Net: "Nightmare On The Highway" part 3
Angela threw the car into reverse and they sped backwards away from Sean until she could turn around. Then they headed out onto the highway. Angela was doing ninety miles an hour out of sheer terror, remembering that bright sunny day on the FBI training field when she'd seen her enemy shot to death by Walter. She'd watched Sean leave this life, herself. She was sure he was dead. But yet, there he'd been at that road block.
"What time is it?" she asked.
Jacob looked at his watch. It still read 8:10pm . Her clock read 11:45 . "It's 11:45 ," he said.
"Oh."
She looked in her rearview mirror and saw someone coming up close in their car, now that they were out on the highway. She was still doing ninety. No one else would be doing the same unless they were out to get her and Jacob. But who would do that besides Sean? Angela screamed and stepped on the gas peddle. Jacob watched the speedometer needle slowly pass one hundred and then one hundred ten.
"Angel?"
"Sean's behind us!" she exclaimed.
He turned in his seatbelt to see bright headlights trying to keep up with them. He faced forward again and watched as the signs along the road began to disappear again. There were no exit ramps or side roads. ྭIt was just as it had been before.
"Jacob!" Angela's voice was terrified.
"Yeah?"
"Tell me you see road signs and things!"
"I don't," he said truthfully, as he put a hand on her arm in an attempt to calm her down a little. His attempt failed as Sean drew even closer. She pressed further down on the gas.
For several miles Sean stayed a foot or so behind Angela and Jacob. But then everything changed when her car suddenly jolted forward.
"He's hitting my bumper!" Jacob grabbed hold of the door handle and the seat he was in. Trelawney rammed into her car again. "Jacob, my cell phone's in the glove box. Call Walter!"
Jacob reached for the phone as the car lurched forward again. He was thrown back against the seat, but he had the cell phone in his hand. He dialed her boss's phone number. It rang on the other end…..and it rang…..and it rang. Then it went to static. He hung up and tried again, but it was only static. The phone was dead the same as his.
"It won't work."
"Oh! God, we're gonna die! We are gonna die!"
"Angel, don't say that! Look at what we've been through already!"
"Yeah, but Sean's supposed to be dead! I watched him die myself!"
"It's just a dream! One of us has to wake up! That's all this is!"
"No it's not Jacob!"
"How would you know!"
Sean's car rammed into theirs harder than ever before. Angela's hand slipped off the steering wheel and hit a jagged edge on the stereo that had gotten scraped accidentally a few days before by a sharp object. Her breath caught in her throat for a second.
"Are you OK?" Jacob asked.
She pulled her arm up, and saw blood trickling down her arm. Grabbing onto the steering wheel, she pressed the car to go faster.
"This is how I know this isn't a dream! God, that hurts! Owwwww!"