Thea couldn't bring herself to jump. At this speed, hitting the sidewalk would surely break something. But if she stayed in the car, she might not make it out alive.
"Ms. Powell!" Ashton shouted, pulling her back to reality. He was already holding Chantelle in his arms.
Thea squeezed her eyes shut, ready to jump until she felt someone grab her waist and pull her back.
She opened her eyes, confused. It was Ashton.
After pulling her inside the limousin, Ashton quickly moved back to the front passenger seat.
Another truck had just slammed into the truck that was chasing them.
Thea shut the car door and asked, "Is it Mr. Wilson?"
Ashton shook his head. "He's still on his way."
"Then who is it?" Thea muttered to herself.
The truck that had been chasing them managed to swerve past the one blocking it and was catching up again.
But the interfering truck sped up and quickly moved between them, blocking the path once again.
