Before she could respond, the front door flew open, and Aiden charged down the steps.
“You’re not going anywhere!” he snarled over the sound of tires skidding across the damp road.
If he came at me again I was ready, and the hounds of hell wouldn’t have been able to stop me from going after my girl.
“Screw you!” I bit out. I blocked Aiden’s hit with my forearm, and then threw my fist into his stomach. He dropped to the ground, clutching his waist, and I bent down until I was right in his face.
“I’m going after her,” I told him, my voice calm despite the panic surging through my wired body. “You want to stop me? Then fucking kill me, because nothing is keeping me from the girl I love.”
I didn’t even wait for Aiden to respond. I held my hands out for Madison, and she tossed me her keys. I climbed into her Prius and wasted no time charging down the road. My heart thumped loudly in my ears, and only started to slow down when I caught up to my truck’s taillights. Kenzi stopped at a traffic light, and I had no idea where she’s going, but I’d follow her all night if I had to. Until she was ready to talk.
The light changed, and just as Kenzi eased forward, I saw it — another vehicle careening precariously towards the intersection with no signs of slowing down. Kenzi kept going, oblivious to the impending danger, and I’d jumped out of the car right before my truck was hit. On the driver’s side.
“Kenzi!” I screamed, running towards the accident. My feet hit the ground; thump, thump, thump, and my breaths came out in uneven wisps; whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
I reached the truck, but Kenzi remained unmoving, her eyes closed, her hair taking on a pink color on the side.
I cried her name until my throat was hoarse. So hoarse I tasted the metallic semblance of blood on my tongue. But it was useless. Even when they shoved me aside to get to her, I continued to yell.
It was a never-ending chaos around me, but inside?
I was dead.