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The cool night air hit me hard as I sprinted out the door, sending goose bumps down my bear arms. As soon as I shut the door to Patch's jeep he rammed the gas down, plastering me to my seat.
"Patch what's going on?" I half screamed over the engine.
"Angel," he said in a warning tone, "We can't talk here. It's not safe."
"Then where will we go." I asked hugging my knees to my chest.
"My place." He grunted. Nervous warmth spread through my chest. Patch's place. I'd spent countless nights fantasizing what his place looked like. Now I was finally going to see it. Of course, when I had imagined this night, I wouldn't have been going because something was wrong. I was going because everything was right. Because we finally decided…
Patch jerked the car to the left, breaking me from my train of thoughts, and forcing me to grip the dash board to prevent being thrown into the door. I squeezed my eyes shut as the car screeched to a halt. I peeked an eye open to find Patch was not in the driver's seat. My door opened and strong arms helped me out. Patch kept my hand, intertwining our fingers, as he pulled me through the darkness. I stumbled along behind him wondering how on earth he could see.
My body began shaking from the cold, and nerves, as I felt us begin to descend down a hill. My teeth chattered loudly together, and Patch strung a warm, heavy arm around my shoulders. The night was almost entirely black. Just barely a sliver of a moon hung in the sky to light our way. Everything felt eerie, out of place. I almost felt as if we were being watched. A twig snapped behind us. Or followed.
As soon as I thought it I felt Patch become rigid beside me. We stopped moving and everything became momentarily silent. Nora, Patch spoke in my mind, when I say run, take off straight down the rest of this hill. At the bottom, feel around the ground for a handle. Open the hatch and head down the stairs. Lock the door behind you. He removed his arm from my shoulder and squeezed my hand. I thanked god for the fact it was too dark for him see the horrified expression on my face.
A large figure rammed into him, ripping his hand from my grasp. The two tumbled around on the ground, fists flailing and knuckles cracking with the force of their hits. I couldn't tell who had the upper hand. RUN! Patch screamed in my thoughts.
I took off as fast as I could manage, sprinting in the blackness, trying desperately not to fall. I felt the ground begin to level out and realized I had reached the end of the hill. Immediately I dropped to my knees, searching for the handle Patch had described. The ground was cold and slightly wet, but I felt nothing that resembled what I was looking for. A loud shout came from behind me and one set of footsteps began running towards where I knelt.
Frantically, I ran my hands over every inch of earth beneath me until my fingers curled around something cold and metallic. I prepared my arm to yank it open but cold hands lifted me from my place. The man dragged me beside him, doing what he could to contain my screaming and kicking. No matter how much I wriggled and fought his grasp was like iron, I knew I wasn't going anywhere.
I felt another set of hands grip me from the other side. An incoherent mumbling arose between the two men who halted, forcing me to stop with them. A hard object struck me on the side of my face. The world tilted and I fell to the ground, my head throbbing. A thick, wet substance trickled down the side of my face onto my lips. Blood. My head was reeling, I wasn't even sure whether I still lay on the ground or if one of the men had begun to carry me. This is the end, I thought before consciousness shattered and my body grew numb.