Abby
When | see the two bright beams of the headlights approaching, | don’t hesitate for a second. This might just be my chance to
finally get out of here and get some help before | potentially freeze to death.
| jump out of my car and wave my arms frantically, praying that whoever is driving the approaching red pickup truck will see me
in this blizzard.
They have to; the lights are so bright that they''re bathing the road in bright white light, making the thick sheet of snow falling
down look almost nonexistent.
“Hey!” | call out, taking a major safety risk and jumping out into the middle of the road. “Hey, over here! Help!”
The truck doesn’t seem to see me at first, and | brace myself, preparing to have to jump out of the way; but | keep waving my
arms, jumping up and down while yelling frantically.
“Hey! Stop!”
Finally, the big red truck slows and skids to a stop just a few feet away from me, and my terror turns to instant relief. | quickly
rush over to the driver’s side, clutching my coat around my shoulders against the blistering wind.
“You alright, miss?” a gruff voice calls out through the cracked window.
“Oh, thank god you saw me!” | exim, my voice trembling from adrenaline coursing through my body. “I went into the ditch, and
my car battery died, and I’ve been stuck out here for hours with no service. | just need a lift to somewhere where | can make a
call for help.”
The driver, a burly man with a scruffy beard, nces over at the passenger seat. It’s now that | see another man is sitting there;
he looks a little bit younger from the looks of it, but | can’t see him very well from where I’m standing. The two men seem to
exchange words for a few moments, and all | can do is bite my lip and hope that they''ll empathize with me and help me out
instead of leaving me here.
Finally, much to my relief, the driver turns back to me and nods with a sympathetic look in his eyes. “Of course, miss. Hop in.
We''ll take you to a ce with better service.”
| climb into the truck, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. The warmth inside the vehicle is a wee contrast to the freezing
cold I''ve been enduring out here. | nce over at the driver, offering a polite smile as | buckle my seatbelt.
“Thank you so much for helping me,” | say, my voice filled with gratitude. “I really appreciate it. My name is Abby, by the way.”
The driver nods, keeping his eyes on the road as he puts the truck into gear. “I’m Mike, and this is my buddy, Jake,” he says,
gesturing to the man in the passenger seat.
| nod, introducing myself to Jake as well. “Nice to meet you both,” | reply.
“So,” Jake says as Mike begins to drive, “what brings ady like you all the way out here during a blizzard like this?”
It''s only now that I’m out of the snow and the cold that I can finally chuckle about it. “You''llugh at me,” | say, rubbing my frigid
hands together and holding them close to the vent, where warm air is sting out. “But | went shopping for a party dress. | guess
| should''ve checked the weather report.”
Mike lets out a gravelly chuckle that sounds like iron being raked over hot coals. “You a city girl or something?”
I shrug. “Okay, maybe you got me,” | say. “I’m from here, but I’ve been living in the city for over three years now. | guess | forgot
just how treacherous it gets in the winter. But I’m lucky you guys showed up; three cars drove right past me!”
“Probably didn’t see you,” Mike says as he guides the truck around the snow-covered roads, his high beams cutting through the
snow. “Hell, | almost didn’t see you either. Not until you decided to run out in the middle of the road and y chicken with my
truck.”
His words make my face heat up. “Sorry about that. | was getting desperate.”
“Ah, it’s nothing.”
Mike continues to drive in silence, and Jake is just as quiet, too. Not that | mind; I’m just happy to be somewhere warm and safe.
Soon, I''ll be able to call Karl and get out of this whole mess. I''ll be back in my bed soon enough.
But, as the truck continues down the snow-covered road, | can’t help but feel a sense of unease. Mike passes by an exit to the
highway that would lead us to the nearest town, but he flies right past it.
Furrowing my brow, | nce out the window, my eyes catching sight of an open gas station nearby.
“Hey, | think there’s a gas station over there,” | mention, trying to keep my voice casual. “Maybe we could stop there? | saw a
sign for free WiFi, and | could contact my friend over the inte.”
Mike nces at me, his expression tense. “Nah, that ce doesn’t have any service,” he replies gruffly. “We''re taking you to a
better spot.”
It''s then that my rm bells start to go off. “I’m sure | saw a WiFi sign,” | insist, my voice trembling slightly.
Jake turns to me, his gaze unwavering. “Trust us, we know this area better than anyone,” he says, his voice low and intimidating.
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“Okay,” | think to myself, trying to keep calm. “Maybe we''re headed to another gas station.”
| nce out the window, trying to get my bearings and see where we are, but the snowstorm makes it impossible to see anything
beyond the swirling whitendscape.
Panic starts to creep in, and | clutch my phone tightly, even though | know there’s no signal.
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“Hey,” | say as | notice that we’re veering even further from the highway, and the snow is just getting thicker, “could you just let
me out here? I’m fine trying my luck at that gas station.”
But neither of them answers, and that’s when | realize...
That | might actually be in grave danger, and | can’t get out.