Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 57
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Falling in Public
Chapter 57
It felt like the whole world was shaking as Holly gripped the door handle with one hand and Sean's gun with the other. Thrown sideways across the seat, she couldn't see what was going on and when the truck stopped, the momentum tossed her forward onto the floor.
For a moment, she just laid there, silently taking stock of her body while wondering how to extricate herself. She could see Sean's feet on the floor, but they weren't moving, and she wondered just how badly he was hurt.
Then she remembered Eddie.
Her stomach turned as she thought about him possibly being thrown from the truck as they crossed the asphalt, his body lying battered in the road. She forced herself to move, not allowing herself to think about any other option other than finding him alive. Reaching up over her head, she found the handle and pulled, thankful when the truck door swung open on it's own. Moving slowly, she twisted and turned, wriggling her upper body high enough to slide her legs between the seat and the doorframe as she half-stepped, half-fell out onto the hard-packed dirt. The gun slipped out of her grip and she scrambled to pick it up and hide it behind her back when she other truck door slam. She peered over the side of the bed, but Eddie wasn't there.
"Holly? Are you okay?"
Sean staggered around the front of the vehicle, one hand maintaining contact with the metal to steady himself. Blood trickled from a gash in his forehead, and he looked disoriented as he approached.
"I think I am," she said, turning so the hand with the gun was pressed behind her as she leaned against the truck. "You should sit down though - that's a nasty cut. And I don't see Eddie anywhere. What happened? Why did you swerve?"
"Deer in the road." He pressed the palm of one hand to his head, moving around the open passenger door and peering inside. "We need to get moving, but you'll have to drive. I just need to find..."
Holly stepped back, swinging the gun up and leveling it at him as she grasped it with both hands. "Looking for this? Just point and shoot, right?" Her index finger slipped into the trigger loop, but she was careful not to touch the lever.
He slumped against the seat with a sigh. "Come on now - don't be like that. I thought we were just starting to get along."
"Yeah, well, that's what I wanted you to think." Something moved near the front of the truck, and she nearly smiled with relief when Eddie's face appeared just above the hood. He held a finger to his lips, and she gave a tight nod as he held the shovel out where she could see it. If she could just get Sean away from the truck...
Glancing at the gun in her hands, she recognized it as a Glock of some sort, though she wasn't familiar enough with them to know what caliber. Sean hadn't lied - there wasn't a safety lever to disengage before shooting, but she recognized the button at the back of the butt that freed the bullet clip from the handle - a cop she'd done research with had shown her one time.
Pressing the button, she let the clip fall to the ground, widening her eyes and gasping as she watched it fall. When she looked up, Sean was smiling.
"I told you there was no safety," he said, pushing away from the truck and walking toward her. "Now hand that over, and no one will get hurt, okay?"
She let the gun drop as Eddie snuck out from his spot in front of the truck and swung the shovel high at the back of Sean's head.
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Falling in Public
Chapter 57
It felt like the whole world was shaking as Holly gripped the door handle with one hand and Sean's gun with the other. Thrown sideways across the seat, she couldn't see what was going on and when the truck stopped, the momentum tossed her forward onto the floor.
For a moment, she just laid there, silently taking stock of her body while wondering how to extricate herself. She could see Sean's feet on the floor, but they weren't moving, and she wondered just how badly he was hurt.
Then she remembered Eddie.
Her stomach turned as she thought about him possibly being thrown from the truck as they crossed the asphalt, his body lying battered in the road. She forced herself to move, not allowing herself to think about any other option other than finding him alive. Reaching up over her head, she found the handle and pulled, thankful when the truck door swung open on it's own. Moving slowly, she twisted and turned, wriggling her upper body high enough to slide her legs between the seat and the doorframe as she half-stepped, half-fell out onto the hard-packed dirt. The gun slipped out of her grip and she scrambled to pick it up and hide it behind her back when she other truck door slam. She peered over the side of the bed, but Eddie wasn't there.
"Holly? Are you okay?"
Sean staggered around the front of the vehicle, one hand maintaining contact with the metal to steady himself. Blood trickled from a gash in his forehead, and he looked disoriented as he approached.
"I think I am," she said, turning so the hand with the gun was pressed behind her as she leaned against the truck. "You should sit down though - that's a nasty cut. And I don't see Eddie anywhere. What happened? Why did you swerve?"
"Deer in the road." He pressed the palm of one hand to his head, moving around the open passenger door and peering inside. "We need to get moving, but you'll have to drive. I just need to find..."
Holly stepped back, swinging the gun up and leveling it at him as she grasped it with both hands. "Looking for this? Just point and shoot, right?" Her index finger slipped into the trigger loop, but she was careful not to touch the lever.
He slumped against the seat with a sigh. "Come on now - don't be like that. I thought we were just starting to get along."
"Yeah, well, that's what I wanted you to think." Something moved near the front of the truck, and she nearly smiled with relief when Eddie's face appeared just above the hood. He held a finger to his lips, and she gave a tight nod as he held the shovel out where she could see it. If she could just get Sean away from the truck...
Glancing at the gun in her hands, she recognized it as a Glock of some sort, though she wasn't familiar enough with them to know what caliber. Sean hadn't lied - there wasn't a safety lever to disengage before shooting, but she recognized the button at the back of the butt that freed the bullet clip from the handle - a cop she'd done research with had shown her one time.
Pressing the button, she let the clip fall to the ground, widening her eyes and gasping as she watched it fall. When she looked up, Sean was smiling.
"I told you there was no safety," he said, pushing away from the truck and walking toward her. "Now hand that over, and no one will get hurt, okay?"
She let the gun drop as Eddie snuck out from his spot in front of the truck and swung the shovel high at the back of Sean's head.
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