Spinning lights—red and blue—cut through the night.
Fear clamped hard around her throat. The sob that erupted came up from her toes; a chill of terror arcing through her as if she’d stuck her finger in a socket. Not that way. Not that...
Irrational terror shot through her. She spun around, ready to dart across the road, race away in the opposite direction. The sound of squealing brakes, the flash of bright white paint and blinding headlights had her shielding her eyes. The truck skidded to a halt, veering slightly, but not enough. The front bumper grazed her thighs and she jumped back, frozen as she stared through the windshield. The shocked gaze of a teenager stared back at her. Breathing ragged, she backed away.
He shoved his door open, jumped out of the truck. “Are you all right? I’m so sorry. I didn’t see... Hey! Where are you going? I think you might be hurt!”
She ran. She ran as fast as she could. Ran away from the truck. Ran across the road and scrambled into the protection of the trees.
Away from the spinning, colored lights she feared more than the night.
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The Coltons of Roaring Springs: Family and true love are under siege
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