Page 85 of Insurgent
I take a deep breath and calmly exhale as I hold on to the glass from the broken window. I look at Bexley. I hear the crunch of the tires, and then it comes to a stop. The door creaks open and then it shuts, but he leaves the car running like always.
“Are you ready?” I ask her.
She nods, but she looks terrified.
“We got this,” I say, trying to reassure her, but I’m not so sure myself. Regardless, I don’t let her see my worry. I give her a wink. She smiles, but it’s not from happiness. I look at the door. It opens and I plunge the glass straight into his stomach.
Trig grunts, and a gun falls out of his hand. He swings his arm out to hit me, but he misses and falls forward, away from the door.
“Run, Bexley,” I say just as he thrusts his body into mine.
I feel the air exit my lungs. Trig moves his fist back and hits me in the face, once, twice. I nearly black out.
A loud gunshot rings through the cabin.
“Get the fuck off him,” Bexley says. Trig freezes and I shove him. I stand up and walk over to Bexley.
Trig laughs and shakes his head.
“Why didn’t you just shoot him?” I ask her.
“Figured you’d want to handle that.”
I feel lightheaded. I sway.
“I told you to run. You never list…”
“Danny?” she says. I look down and see blood. My knees buckle. “Oh God. The glass.”
I put my hand there and feel it.
“Watch out!”
Blackness.
To be continued…
