Callum found out about Niko’s secret profile.And he’s going to ruin Niko’s world, for this.
The keypad.
The little button that says emergency.
I see it, through the tears forming in my eyes.
I try to tap it, and I fail.
I move for it again and manage to press my finger to the button, and the screen pops up.
Would you like to call 911?
Yes,I think.
But when I move for the button, Callum shoves the rope higher on my neck and the sudden movement makes my whole body jerk.
The phone slides off my lap and hits the floor with a thud.
It’s gone.
Niko’s struggling, shouting uncontrollably, losing his fucking mind with rage.
That’s when I hear the miniature explosion, and my ears ring.
No.
Not an explosion.
Was that a fucking gunshot?
Fuck.
Fuck.
We’re both going to die, in matching sweaters.
Callum’s in the back seat roaring, now. Screaming. The rope tightens and loosens around my neck again before going tighter than ever, like he’s truly trying to kill, now.
My vision blurs as I try to glance over with my peripheral vision.
I see Niko moving fast, drawing back and then leaning over into the back seat again.
And there is a small, black pistol in his hands.
But I know Niko doesn’t carry a gun.
Not Niko.
Niko… my boyfriend.
My vision goes spotty, and I know I’m losing too much air.
I’m fading.
I feel my body giving up, even though nothing inside me wants to give up.
Another gunshot rings out and glass shatters in the back seat. And then another.