THE BOYFRIEND FROM HELL
Pocket, release date 9/25/2012
The old Escort was accelerating like a rocket launcher—right at me.
I froze so long I could see Max’s eyes narrowed in fury and his fingers clenched white-knuckled on the steering wheel.
My boyfriend was trying to kill me!
Shocked into action, I dived for the protection of the concrete bus stop bench. With as much anguish as fear, I screamed, “Damn you, Max!”
The heat of the engine was almost upon me as I fell to the sidewalk behind the bench on already bruised knees.
At the pain, I automatically cried, “Damn you to hell!”
The rusted Escort slammed into the light pole where I’d just been standing. I shivered and huddled in the protection of the bench. In horror, I watched as the pole cracked and the car kept on going, careening into the bank’s brick wall. Metal and mortar flew.
I felt the impact of a small earthquake.
Scrambling backward, I could only stare in alarm as the cracked light pole split in two, teetered ominously, and then tilted. Snapping under the tension, live wires crackled and sparked-igniting the gas from the shattered car in a ball of fire that engulfed the Escort.
With Max inside it.
I screamed. And screamed some more.