Was it?I wasn't so sure. Yeah, maybe the front end was severely crumpled, but it's not like we were in a twisted heap of burning metal.
My heart clenched.But what about Mason?
I yanked off my seatbelt and lunged toward the side window. The side airbag had deployed at hip level, leaving my view unobstructed.Thank God.
And yet, thanks to the swirling snow, I still couldn't see beyond a few feet.
But then, the snow cleared barely enough for me to spot Mason's car on the opposite side of the road, where it had apparently found a ditch of its own. The rear of his sedan was a banged, crunched-up mess.
As far as the front, I couldn’t be sure either way.
As I took in the damage, something squeezed at my heart.Was Mason alright?
I reached for the door handle and gave it a frantic tug.Nothing happened.In the front seat, they were still arguing.
The guy was saying, "Oh yeah? Then next timeyoudrive!"
"Iwantedto drive," she yelled back. "But you wouldn’t let me!"
"Yeah, because you drive like shit in the snow."
"Yeah? Well so do you!"
Ignoring them, I gave the door handle another tug.Still nothing.
Stupid safety features.
I hollered out, "Unlock the door!"
Both of them ignored me and kept on bickering.
Great.Already, the snow was kicking up again, hiding Mason's car from my desperate view. With growing anxiety, I stared through the swirling snow.
And then I saw him, striding forward like a gladiator heading into battle. He wore a dark business suit, a red necktie, and a look so ominous, I felt myself swallow.
In his right hand was a hammer – silver on the business end with a blazing orange handle. I couldn't make out the logo, but of course, I didn't need to.
Blast tools were famous worldwide. Andthiswas their trademark Blast Demolition Hammer, which he was wielding like a weapon.
I murmured, "Oh, my God," before hollering out to the idiots in front. "At least roll down the window!"
I wasn't even thinking of escape. I knew I'd make it out eventually. But now more than anything, I needed to let Mason know that his sister wasn't here, before he killed someone in a brotherly rage.
But did they listen?
No.
They kept on bickering.
As I watched in growing horror, Mason strode to driver's side window and lifted the hammer high. A split second later, the window shattered in a hail of broken glass that instantly silenced the bickering.
Mason used the sharp end of the hammer to puncture the driver's airbags. And then, he tossed the hammer aside and reached into the car with both hands. He grabbed the guy in the driver's seat and yanked him out through the now-open window.
The guy hollered out, "What the fuck?"
As for his companion, she practically dove for the passenger's side door. Unlike me, she shovedherdoor open with no trouble.
How nice for her.
