Ella
I wake up with my head pounding like someone's playing drums on the inside of my skull. My eyes flutter open, blurred images flashing in and out as I try to make sense of my surroundings. I wince as the car jolts over a pothole, and the cool leather of the seat presses against my cheek. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision as the realization sets in. I'm moving.
Panic washes over me in a cold wave, gripping my stomach as I try to sit up. My limbs feel heavy, like they're weighed down by cement blocks. What the hell happened? My breathing picks up as I scan my surroundings. I'm wedged between two men in the back seat of a car. Their broad shoulders block out most of the light streaming through the window. My head swivels toward the front, where I can just make out the silhouette of the driver. His hands grip the wheel tightly, and his eyes remain dead-focused on the road. There's no one in the passenger seat.