Flee

I can't stop staring at the droplets of rain, as they slowly run down the back window of Timmy's shitty pick up truck.

Kim screams as a song comes on the radio. She turns it up. Tim naturally tries turning it off, but she slaps his hand and asks him if he wants to get some tonight. He hesitates, so she singes his hand with her cigarette and laughs. She looks back at me. I flash her a smile before taking a swig from the rest of my Jim Beam, concealed in the ever so sneaky brown paper bag it came in. 

The song has a decent beat. That, or the Beam is making me think so. 

Kim rolls her window down and reaches an arm out. Some excess rain hits me in the face, but I keep drinking. Tim shakes his head and rips the cigarette from her free hand. He takes a drag and eye fucks me in the rear view mirror. He motions for me to join her, but for some reason my legs are paralyzed.

"This is living" Kim screams as half her body exits the truck. She sits on the edge of the window, gripping the passenger side handle. "Faster!" she screams to Tim. 

He tells her to hold on, and speeds up. 

I feel like a mannequin in the back seat, so I drink a little more to loosen up. 

The truck is now passing by car after car. I should be scared, but I keep drinking.

Our turnoff is coming up. I wonder to myself if he will slow down, but don't say anything.

Kim tries standing, but stumbles a little. 

Tim laughs and yells "hold on bitch!"

He jerks the wheel and turns the pick up off the main road.

At first I think Kim is screaming in ecstasy, until I notice she's no longer in front of me. 

My eyes widen, but I remain paralyzed.

Tim slams on the brakes and unleashes a multitude of swears. 

He looks back at me and screams for me to get out of the truck. 

I shake my head no.

He reaches for my throat, but I fight him off. 

He hits the gas.

I look out my window for any sign of her, but it's too dark.

Headlights flash behind us. 

Another deafening song begins, but somehow I only hear her screams.