Chap.3

            As soon as I had escaped Sterling’s prison of begging and pleading me to go to the party I finished my slow walk to my car. Again, I was swept away in the relaxation of the rain. I reached for the door and the cool rain drizzled down my fingers. I swiftly opened the door and threw myself into the driver’s seat tossing my purse into the seat beside me. I revved the engine to hear a knock sound on the glass of my window. I turned only to see a dark figure in my window. Because the sky had gotten so dark from the clouded sky I could hardly make out that it was the figure of a male.
            “Sterling?” I half yelled at the window. “Brandon?” I asked again. I debated back and forth in my head if I should roll it down. Why would they come back anyway? I had already promised to ask my Dad about the party. I slowly rolled down the glass to let a sprinkle of water come in to land lightly on my face.
            “Sterling?” I breathed wiping the mist from my face. My entire body froze. The figure was a man. He had a gun and it was unmistakably pointed at me. I sat there, frozen in time, not knowing what he wanted.
            “Open the door.” He demanded in an even tone. Then I suddenly remembered the pepper spray my Dad had insisted on giving me for my 15th birthday. He had always warned me about things like this that happened to young girls. I definitely didn’t want him to have to read about me in the paper like all the other parents did. But, what could I do? All I had was pepper spray. What was the worst I could do with that? I reached for it, anyway, only for him to grab my wrist.
            “Tryin’ to pull a fast one on me eh?” he said still grasping my wrist in his meaty hand. “We’ll have to see about that.” At that very moment I could see my life, my hopes, my dreams, pass by my eyes in some form of a slide show. I suddenly felt a flood of emotions run through me. It was anger, fear for my life, a push to keep trying, and finally complete and total aggravation. He was trying to play with my life. My life was not a pawn in his sick little board game and he wasn’t about to change that fact. I couldn’t let him not without a fair fight. I didn’t know how to use it or even if it was loaded. But, I had a plan. It had to work. It was last chance; my only chance. I threw myself over his arm and tried to wrestle the gun from his hand…