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Christine hesitated, her heart racing. If it had been a metered taxi, she might have felt safer, but this man was driving a personal car. She couldn’t bring herself to trust him. Lightning cracked across the sky, followed by a loud rumble of thunder that made her flinch.
The man’s voice cut through the storm. “Hey, get in quickly! I’m not a bad guy, you know. You don’t want to miss your exams, do you?”
She glanced around. The road was empty. The rain was only getting worse, and the exams wouldn’t wait for her. She would disappoint everyone in her village if she didn’t make it. After a tense pause, she reached for the door handle.
Just then, a bicycle sped into view, cutting through the rain.
“Why are you so slow? Do you want to get to your exams or not? I’m leaving now if you don’t get in!” The man’s impatience was evident.
“M-My classmate is coming!” Christine stammered, her eyes searching the cyclist.
It sounded like Carlisle, but he was still too far away for her to be sure.
The man’s expression soured as he took off his sunglasses. He stepped out of the car, his gaze sharp with irritation. “You better hurry up,” he muttered, walking toward Christine.
Christine stiffened. She instinctively backed away, her eyes wide. “What are you doing?” Her voice shook with fear.
The man’s face twisted in frustration, and he reached for her arm. “Get in the car,” he growled.
Just then, a familiar voice rang out. “Fuck! Let go of her!”
Carlisle came into view, riding toward them at full speed. His face was set in fury as he pedaled faster.
The fat man’s irritation turned to malice. He yanked open the car door and shoved Christine inside. She slammed her hands against the window, shouting, “Let me out! Help!”
The man slid into the driver’s seat, his movements deliberate as he pulled out a blade from beneath the seat. “Shut up,” he hissed. “I’ll stab you if you keep screaming.”
Christine froze, terror seizing her chest. Her breaths came in short, panicked gasps.
Then, in an instant, Carlisle was there. He hurled his bike in front of the car, blocking the man’s escape. Grabbing a brick, he shouted, “Get out of the car. Right now!”
The man glared at him, his hand hovering over the brake. “Do you think I won’t run you over?” he spat, his eyes cold.
The car began inching forward, but before the man could accelerate, Carlisle swung the brick with all his strength. It slammed into the man’s head, stunning him.
“Shit!” The man’s head spun as he pressed the accelerator in a daze, trying to drive off.
Carlisle reacted quickly, throwing another brick at the windshield. The glass cracked, but the man’s fury was palpable as he stomped on the brakes.
He stormed out of the car, brandishing a knife. “You brat! Get out of here!” he shouted, his blade flashing in the stormy air.
“Carlisle… run…” Christine’s voice trembled, her face pale with fear. Her thoughts were scattered, overwhelmed by the chaos unfolding.
Carlisle, despite his own growing fear, held his ground. The man was crazed, his knife gleaming menacingly. He backed up slowly, clutching the brick tightly. “I’ve already called the cops. You’ve got time to run.”
But the man was beyond reasoning. With a roar of rage, he lunged forward, the knife aimed straight at Carlisle.
Chapte 19
