Page 59 of Finding a Melody
Everything on my side seemed to groan against the sudden pressure. My window shattered and I barely had time to cover my head, not wanting to get hurt. I screamed as my whole right side slammed into the side of the door.
“Fuck!”
I uncurled from my ball in time to see Seth fighting to stay on the road, gritting his teeth hard as he kept both his hands on the steering wheel, trying to keep control.
“Hold on to something and don’t fucking let go,” he snapped out, his bugged-out eyes on the road and the danger that seemed to circle around us like sharks.
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
Seth tried to pull ahead, but the truck stayed with us. It moved away slightly, like it was a prelude to an attack.
“Seth,” I said softly.
“I know,” he said.
The truck came flying back toward us in another attempt to smash into us. Seth slammed on the breaks. Instead of them hitting directly into my side, they hit our front end and we spun.
I screamed, gripping the door handle tightly as everything in me felt like it was rolling. Seth kept control of the wheel to keep it where he wanted. Whatever he did worked as we didn’t lose complete control. He managed to fix the truck, but we were facing the wrong way.
Not caring about that, Seth gunned the gas, shooting us forward. The other truck was still facing the wrong way, but they whipped around quickly. The motorcycles were able to react more quickly and were back on our butt in seconds.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Seth mumbled. We could only keep driving with them trying to chase us down. Seth found a side road and didn’t hesitate as he took the sharp turn. I grimaced as my right side took more of a beating, the wind from the broken window whipping my hair all over the place.
“Here.” He reached over and tossed me his phone. “Call the police.”
“And what am I supposed to tell them?” I asked.
“That we have the Ryder gang trying to run us off a road. I don’t fucking know, but they’re the police.”
I nodded, dialing the emergency number.
“911. What is your emergency?”
“H-hello,” I stuttered out, looking behind us to still see them in pursuit. “My name is Cadence Wiles. We are currently being chased by a truck and two motorcycles. They already tried to run us off the road twice.”
“Can you tell me where you are?” the man asked, his calm voice giving the situation a touch of surrealism.
I glanced around briefly, trying to overlay the landmarks with what I knew of the area. “We’re on Davial Road, heading toward the river.” I stared out my window for a sign. “We just passed Hydrena Drive.”
“Are you able to get a make and model of any of the vehicles in pursuit?”
“Shit,” Seth cursed. “They’re catching up. What the hell is under the hood of that truck?” Seth asked.
I glanced back. He was right. The truck was back on our asses again. We went around a bend a little too fast, and I thought we were going to tip. I slid in my seat, almost falling into Seth’s lap. Glass clanked around from the broken window.
“Responders are currently on their way,” the dispatcher said. “Is anyone hurt?”
“N-no,” I said. “They’re gaining on us. What do we do?”
“I’ll need you to keep driving. Don’t let them get ahead of you. When you see landmarks, please let me know. We’re currently trying to locate you through your cell phone, but knowing exactly where will be helpful.”
“We just passed the apple farm,” I said.
“Old Shelly’s?”
“Yes.”
“Good, good. Help is not far behind. Keep telling me what you’re passing by.”