At first, I didn’t think about it until that vehicle suddenly sped up out of nowhere and swerved hard toward me.
A sharp screech tore through the night.
The next moment, my car door was pulled open from the outside.
I didn’t even have a second to react before someone dragged me out.
The world spun, the back of my head hit something hard, and before I could make a sound, a hand covered my mouth, and I was shoved roughly into the van.
The door slammed closed with a loud bang.
In the darkness, I heard the engine start again.
Fear rushed up in me.
On instinct, I wrapped my arms around my belly, my fingers shaking badly, my trembling hand trying to find my phone in my bag.
When the screen lit up, I dialed Zion’s number almost without thinking.
No answer.
I refused to stop and called again.
A third time.
A fourth time.
The phone vibrated again and again in my hand, but he still didn’t answer.
I started sending voice messages, my tone pressed down low but still shaking out of control.
“Zion… something happened to me.”
“Pick up the call, alright?”
“Just answer the phone, I’m begging you…”
Each voice clip went out like it was tossed into a deep void, with not even a sound coming back.