Part 29
By midnight, we were standing in the dark garage, the engine of our sedan purring quietly.
We didn't turn on the headlights, relying only on the faint moonlight filtering through the dusty windows.
Derek opened the garage door manually, lifting it inch by inch to avoid making any sudden, loud noises.
The street outside was deserted, the neighboring houses dark and quiet under the summer sky.
I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white as I shifted the car into reverse.
"Ready?" I whispered to Derek, who was sitting in the passenger seat with a flashlight and his father's old revolver in his lap.
"Ready," he replied, his eyes fixed on the rear-view mirror.
I slowly backed the car out of the driveway, keeping the engine RPMs as low as possible.
Just as the front wheels cleared the curb, a pair of bright, blinding high beams clicked on at the end of the street.
A large, black SUV emerged from the shadows of the corner oak trees, accelerating rapidly toward us.
"Mom, step on it!" Derek yelled, his voice shattering the quiet night.
I slammed my foot onto the gas pedal, the tires screeching against the asphalt as the car spun around.
The sudden acceleration threw us back into our seats, the engine roaring in protest.
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In the mirror, I saw the black SUV tailing us closely, its massive frame closing the distance with terrifying speed.
Our peaceful neighborhood was gone, replaced by a high-stakes arena where our lives were the ultimate prize.
