She was as familiar with the back of his head as she was with her own face. This sick feeling that snaked around her stomach had been coming and going for hours. The car stopped at a traffic light and he tittered. They should have been there by now, he growled. She kept her eyes fixed on the dip in his skull. Her fingers had been wrapped around the door handle for so long now that they had started to cramp. She kept hesitating and missing her chance. This time she told herself she was ready. She couldn’t just let this happen; she was stronger than this. The traffic light ahead flicked to amber.
She pulled. The door flew open. At the same time, she heard a click that paralysed her. Hanging out of the door, she turned her head to see that he was aiming a small gun at her. Her head swam. He held it low so no one outside of the car could see it. He obviously knew what he was doing. Her heart was threatening to beat right out of her chest and the cars behind them started to beep. The light was green now. And she was still in the car.
“Your choice” he said simply.
She closed the door with burning fingers. The car started to move.