Over and Out
'Come on S.' Quinn pleaded.
'I'm trying, this piece of shit wont go more than sixty.' She replied, concentrating on the van they were in, speeding down the open road.
'Shit, they're getting closer. Her mind was racing, glad that it was Santana driving. I mean, she liked to drive fast, and now at least she had a good reason.
Just then both girls were forced forwards in their seats, the car behind ramming into the back of them. And again, and again, until they both had tear stricken faces. 'Shit, shit, shit!' Santana cried, stepping on the gas pedal harder, trying to will the van into moving faster than it was able.
'S, S look.' Quinn called, pointing to a sign on the side of the road. Santana took her eyes off of the road for a second, shooting a glance to her left, a sign. 'There's a town, I think it said forty miles up and there was a sign for a town centre, like the one when you get into Lima.' She smiled. 'It must be a big town S. All we have to do is get there.'
'Easier said than done Q,' Santana joked, and then the van was rocked with another series of thuds, each more aggressive than the last. 'Fuck.' Santana cried, and Quinn saw her head fall. The slams had kept forcing her into the steering wheel, hitting her stomach over and over, and it was already seriously hurt.
'Santana are you okay?' Quinn breathed, as the van was hit once more.
'Fine,' she winced, breathing in and out, trying to numb the pain Quinn thought.
'I don't know how we're going to loose them Q, this road is too straight and I cant get this piece of crap to go any faster.' She sounded as exhausted as she looked, and Quinn couldn't help but feel helpless. Powerless, watching her friend try and get them out of this mess. She knew the car only had one steering wheel, she couldn't drive, but she wanted to feel like she wasn't useless. Then she had a thought. 'He's playing with us.'
'Huh?' Santana questioned, bracing herself after another slam, as Quinn did the same on the dash in front of her.
'He knows we cant out-drive him, it's his van he knows how crap it is.'
'So this is a game to him, sick fuck.' Santana spat.
'Yeah, we need to get to that town S.'
'I know, we will.' She assured the blonde, unconvincingly, but still. It was nice to have the hope inside of them.
They saw another sign about ten minutes later, they were getting closer. Santana had put her seatbelt on and told Quinn to do the same, just in case. But their hope was getting brighter and brighter. Maybe he was just scaring them? Trying to tell them that if they said anything he would come after them? Maybe.
But then Doug pulled up beside them, glaring into the drivers side window. He blew Santana a kiss whilst trying to control his vehicle. He was on the wrong side of the road but not a single car had passed in the opposite direction, not one. So they were pretty sure he wasn't worried about a collision. He then moved his own car towards them, sending the sound of creaking metal all around their ears as the car collided with the side of the van. 'Shit.' Quinn whispered, holding onto her seatbelt with her right hand. They could see him smiling at them through the window, his was rolled down, and Santana couldn't help but notice his chest. The place she had stabbed him was covered over. Quinn was right, he had seen a doctor, so he obviously knew one who wouldn't rat him out to the cops.
'What do we do Q?' Santana asked, trying to hold the van steady. 'The town, or whatever this place is.' She sighed, 'I cant see us making it if he keeps this up.'
'Okay…' She thought for a moment. Her brain trying to kick in and think of a way out of this. 'Okay.' She snapped back to reality, another connection sending shocks through them, Santana letting go of the steering wheel momentarily as the vibrations caught her hands off guard. 'I have an idea.'
'Yeah? Is it as good as mine have been?' She tried to smile, but was cut off by Doug throwing something out of his window. It smashed into Santana's window, cracking the glass but not breaking through. She gave a small cry as it took her by surprise, and then turned to Q. 'So this plan.'
'I don't think it's going to end well.' She said, not encouragingly, but it was all they had to go on. Quinn explained her idea, and Santana agreed without question, hoping that she could pull it off.
A few minutes later, and Santana had picked her moment. She nodded to Quinn, who returned it with a smile, and then the plan was in motion. Doug swung his van into them one more time, but before he could make proper contact, Santana slammed on the brakes. The girls already had their seatbelts on so we're relatively secure, and they were hoping that Doug wasn't as concerned about the details. The tires screeched on the hot concrete beneath them, as Doug saw what was happening. But it was too late, he couldn't change course or stop, and his car continued to lean across the road. However, the back of his car made contact with the front of the van as it swerved across the front of them, sending both cars into spins. 'Shit!' Santana cried, as her grip on the wheel was being severely tested whist trying to stop them spinning out of control.
'Santana!' She heard Quinn shout, and looked over to see her bracing herself against her seatbelt, leaning towards the middle of the van as they spun off to the left. Then they must have clipped something on Doug's car because both vehicles were suddenly toppling over, and like slow motion the girls saw every moment of it. The van was sliding sideways, and then they felt the side crash into the floor, Santana's window shattering, sending glass inwards. The saw that Doug's car was doing the same just in front of them, and they hoped it would be enough to stop him for good. The last thing Quinn saw was Santana hitting the roof of the van, slipping out of her seatbelt, as it finally came to a stop. The contents of the back flying around them, pictures and paper scattered all over the place, as they lie there, upside down and completely totalled in the middle of a deserted highway. And seemingly in a matter of seconds, they were over. And out.