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Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 397

Abby

For a few long moments, I just sit there, my eyes wide with shock. My hands are so tightly wrapped around the steering wheel that my knuckles are pure white, and it takes almost all of my strength and willpower to peel my fingers back and release my grip on the wheel.

“Okay,” I whisper with a trembling breath. “Think, Abby. Think.”

I let out a soft sigh, clutching my hair as I think and collect my bearings.

I’m uninjured, so that’s good. The car is still running and there’s no smoke coming out anywhere—also good. The blizzard is still raging on all around me, which is very much not good; but I figure that maybe if I just get out and assess the situation first, it won’t be as bad as it seems.

I step out of the car, and immediately, the cold bites into me, seeping through my coat and sending shivers down my spine.

God, I think to myself; it wasn’t nearly this cold when I left. I only grabbed a light jacket, thinking that it would be enough to get me to the shopping center and back. I should have brought something heavier.

I pull my coat tighter around my shoulders and walk around to the front of the car, and the sight that greets me is disheartening—the car is lodged deep in the snowy ditch, and I can tell just from looking at it that there’s no way in hell I’m getting it out all on my own.

“Shit,” I mutter, my voice lost in the sound of the wind whistling all around me. Panic starts to well up inside of me as I realize that I’m stranded in the middle of nowhere with no one to turn to.

Another cold wind blows through and whips my hair all around me. Shuddering, I scurry through the snow and ice, nearly falling along the way, and climb back into my warm car to reassess and think again.

“Okay,” I whisper again, feeling as though I’ve just started over from square one. “I’ll call Karl. That’s what I’ll do.”

I know I can’t be that far from the mansion; it’s only another twenty or twenty-five minute drive. Even if Karl can’t get to me right this minute through the snowstorm, then at least he’ll know where I am. And if push comes to shove, I’ll call the police.

I pull my phone out of my bag and try to make a call, but feel my heart sink as I look down and see that the screen is proudly displaying the two words that I’ve been dreading the most.

“No service.”

Frustration bubbles inside of me, and I attempt again, hoping for some sort of miraculous signal breakthrough. I dial Karl’s number, but am just met with the same notification as before.

“God dammit,” I hiss, throwing my phone onto the passenger seat. “Why now? Why like this?”

Another string of curses escapes my mouth as I peer out the window into the freak blizzard. This was so unexpected; it just hit out of nowhere. Maybe I shouldn’t have rolled my eyes at Karl earlier when he tried to warn me, I guess. After all, I guess I’ve forgotten how quickly the weather can change like this out here in the countryside.

Reluctantly, I turn off the car engine, not wanting to risk draining the battery. My breath fogs up the windows as I huddle inside, my body trembling from the cold.

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