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Topic: Don’t Look Back (04/19/12)
TITLE: Caught in the Headlights
By Amanda Brogan
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The lights were getting brighter again, the pursuer amping their speed to match Cadenâ€™s.
A shrill scream sliced through the car and Caden realized that his name was embedded in it. â€śCaden!â€ť Jenny was staring into her side mirror, her breathing frantic â€“ erratic. â€śTheyâ€™re right behind us!â€ť
â€śDonâ€™t look, Jenny.â€ť Caden glued his eyes to the road ahead and his foot to the floor.
â€śTheyâ€™re getting cloâ€“â€ť
â€śJenny! Donâ€™t look behind us, okay?â€ť His tone was firm, urgent but caring, as if he were a father warning his child to jump out of the path of a semi. Or a guy telling his girlfriend to â€¦ â€śJust look straight ahead. Straight ahead, Jenny.â€ť
He grasped the wheel with every ounce of strength that his fingers contained, his knuckles turning white as Jennyâ€™s face. Pavement blurred, engines roared, dark met light in a harried clash as the two carsâ€™ headlights pierced the frigid black night.
â€śWeâ€™ll never â€¦ never â€¦â€ť Jenny gulped in a breath, â€śWeâ€™ll never outrun them. Weâ€™ll never make â€¦ make it to the docks!â€ť
A car appeared in their lane and Caden jerked the wheel, swerving to evade it, and eliciting a pinched squeal from Jenny. He glanced in his side mirror to see their metallic hunter follow suit, nearly side-swiping the slower moving car upon re-entry into their lane.
Tires screeched, lights swayed, adrenaline rushed through Cadenâ€™s veins. He felt his resolve deepening with every inch his enemy gained. He would protect her. No matter how close they got, Caden would give his last breath to protect the girl in the seat beside him.
â€śAre they â€¦ are they still â€¦â€ť Jennyâ€™s breathing still came in short, quick bursts.
â€śJust watch the road, Jenny. Watch the road, okay? Donâ€™t pay attention to whatâ€™s behind us.â€ť
But she didnâ€™t watch the road. She squeezed her eyes shut and focused all her energy on drawing oxygen into her lungs.
An even better idea. Caden thought.
The car was gaining. Faster. Closer. Almost close enough to ram the bumper of the speeding Pontiac. Blinding light flooded over the seats and reflected in every mirror.
â€śPlease, God, show me a way of escape!â€ť His rushed prayer was no more than a whisper, but Caden knew that God could answer.
Light flashed in his eyes even brighter than before, but this time it wasnâ€™t all from the car behind him. It was also from the vehicles ahead of him. Two cars â€“ traveling in opposite lanes.
Caden wished he could close his eyes like Jenny.
There was no time to calculate. No time to do anything but react. In a blinding second, Caden whizzed past the car in front of him, barely re-entering his lane in time to miss the oncoming car in the opposite lane. A deafening clash of metal-on-metal ripped through the air.
Caden didnâ€™t need to check his mirror. He knew that those monsters were no longer chasing them.
Car doors slammed. Caden dashed around the vehicle and grabbed her hand, running with her to the waiting motor boat.
They climbed in and the little vessel roared to life â€“ churning the still, sea air into a steady, hair-whipping breeze against their faces. Caden thought he could taste freedom in the sea-washed wind.
Beside him, he caught a glimpse of Jenny scanning the streaming ripples of water left by the boat. He had to yell above the motor, but his voice was gentle, â€śItâ€™s okay. They canâ€™t follow us anymore. Youâ€™re free.â€ť
Even in the misty glow of a crescent moon, Caden could see the vulnerability in her soft, round, doe eyes. â€śWhyâ€™d you do it?â€ť She blinked. â€śThose traffickers â€“ those disgusting slave traders could have killed you. But you rescued me anyway.â€ť
Caden felt a softness in his own eyes. â€śWhen youâ€™ve dedicated your life to loving like Christ, you go wherever it takes you. No matter how dangerous.â€ť He gazed ahead, past the boat lights and into the hazy cloak of night. â€śAnd you never, ever look back.â€ť
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