• I see Evans roll her eyes and groan slightly as Daniel inclines his body back up to the front with us. “You know,” he breathes softly, whispering in Evans’s ear, “You’re just my type.”

    “Do you have some sort of neurotic, obsessive compulsive problem?!” Evans yells at him, “Because you keep coming up here to chit-chat quite a lot. Are you that insecure of yourself that you need to converse with your abductees just to feel special?” Her sudden shrill tone claws at my ears, yet at the same time as delicate as a sweet golden bell. I needed to hear that, Evans’ confidence booming from her chest in one mighty cathartic moment.

    My flicker of happiness smothers out when Daniel retaliates, anger fueling every motion he makes. His shoulders quiver and hunch as a thin vein emerges on his forehead, pulsing with each heavy breath he snorts. His thin lips curl into a snarl, revealing large white teeth that grind against one another as he groans deeply. Winding back his fist, Daniel clenches every muscle in his body as he prepares to launch his punch. He makes a direct hit to the back of Evans’s headrest, sending her head to violently jolt forward.

    Evans slams on the brakes, my body lurching forward with Daniel’s as well. My seatbelt locks in place, securing me to the cushiony seat of the BMW as my neck suddenly jerks to the front. Daniel is brutally thrown in between the two seats, the abrupt stop sending his head to meet with the dashboard in a bloody mess. His arms flail behind him, thrashing about and attempting to grope around and find some sort of support to push himself up with. He growls and as he quickly lifts his head I can see a line of ruby blood trailing down from his smashed nose.

    He cranes his head around and glares at Evans with a burning hatred that made me want to huddle up in a ball and cry. I can feel his hand on my leg, using it as a brace for his balance, clenching and piercing my soft skin with his unclipped fingernails. The heat from his hand scalds my knee as the sweat from his palm dampens the fabric of my jeans. His grip constricts around my leg and I feel the urge to thrash about, forcing him to release me.

    I can only see the back of Daniel’s head as he nears Evans slowly, her eyes large and fearful. Daniel’s voice is utterly consumed in rage as he speaks, “Why you stupid, little girl! What were yo-"

    A white blinding light catches him off guard interrupting him mid-insult. Daniel turns around and Evans and I follow him and see two miniature suns flying towards the back of our car, zooming and then colliding with us.

    I see the back windshield crack suddenly, the skeletal lines dancing and mapping out the path for the glass to follow as it shatters. Thousands upon thousands of tiny pieces brake free and explode into the car, spraying Daniel’s face with their sparkling glow as they catch the lights from the car behind us. Each delicate charm bounces against the roof of the car and falls down onto us making tiny incisions where ever they graze. Daniel’s arms soar up and over his head to protect him from the rain of glass, but to no evade. The sides of the car’s body scrunch together as the metal folds, pushing the back of the car up to the front and ramming Daniel into the front windshield. His already bloody nose crashes against the transparent glass, painting it with red as it cracks. The side windows snap and brake under the sudden crash of pressure and spew glass onto my lap and the side of the road. My entire body heaves against my seatbelt again and pushes the air from my lungs, my head snapping forward and burning as it suddenly cracks. As the cars slows to a stop, and the searing pain I feel pulsing through my body subsides, I lift my eyes and look around, examining the damage done.

    I become perplexed by the beautiful design Daniel’s colliding head made against the glass. The perfect circular spider web model beneath his face, splashed with a deep red color that hangs on each fracture like dewdrops after a misty rain. His face slides down and plops again onto the dashboard as his eyes flutter close, letting him drift off into a dream like state.

    I look to Evans beside me, who is shivering and grasping onto her arms, pulling them close to her chest. Her light brown hair is frizzy and decorated with small beads making her sparkle like stardust in the morning’s light. Narrow slits line her arms and cheeks and emit a red liquid that I know is her blood. Those striking dark eyes are shaken with terror, wide and gaping as they stare at Daniel who lay motionless on the dashboard. Evans gulps and swallows down the dread that I could clearly see forming, begging to make itself known to the world.