I clamped my mouth shut and clenched my teeth together to stop myself from crying out at the pain in my arm. Harry yanked me to a halt, reached beyond me, opened a door and the cold swept in as he pushed me outside.
Okay, Nina, he’s just pulled out his gun. You need to get his gun, sweetheart, he’s holding it in his hand. You need to get it, turn it on him and shoot like Max taught you to do. You with me, Neenee Bean? Charlie said.
I’m with you, I replied though I didn’t think I was.
It was night, dark, we were in the mountains surrounded by pine so thick it shrouded the space and kept out the moonlight.
You’ve only got one hand, Nina, so you’re going to have to be creative. You’re going to have to turn, very fast, very, very fast, sweetheart, and use your head. Aim at his chin and reach for the gun at the same time you have to lift up your knee, hard, honey, as hard as you can, and aim for his crotch. You got that?
I got it, Charlie.
Harry marched me forward and I saw the dark outline of a body in the snow and I knew it was Robert Winston, dead, in the dark, his body in the snow just like I was going to be if I didn’t get away from Harry.
I had to get away from Harry.
Wait for it, sweetheart. Wait for me to say the word. You get a hole in him, you go. You run as fast as you can. I’ll guide you.
Okay.
“Harry! Don’t do this!” I heard Bitsy shout from far away.
Harry kept marching me, his hand at my wrist twisting my arm so high and tight, the pain shot from my shoulder all the way to my fingertips.
“You’re hurting me, Harry,” I said quietly.
“I told you, Nina, shut up,” Harry returned.
“You’re going to kill me, I’m asking you to stop hurting me before you take everything from me.”
His hand at my wrist squeezed tight but then it loosened and he moved my hand a couple of inches down my back so the pain weakened and, although it didn’t go away, it was something.
Well done, now wait for it, Neenee Bean, Charlie whispered.
I pulled in breath.
We’re close, sweetheart, Charlie told me.
I let out my breath and pulled in another.
Now! Charlie shouted.
I whirled at the same time pulling my head back. When I was facing Harry, I slammed it forward, my forehead connecting with Harry’s chin and pain exploded in my forehead but I ignored it, lifted my knee, fast and vicious, connecting with his crotch. Harry let out a startled, pained grunt, he let my wrist go and I reached for the gun, twisting it out of his hand and taking two running steps back.
Shoot him, Nina! Charlie yelled.
I lifted the gun and aimed it at Harry, shouting out loud to Charlie, “I can’t!”
Do it! Charlie urged.
Harry, one hand at his crotch, his upper body bent almost double but his head back and eyes on me started stumbling toward me.
“Charlie,” I whispered, my hand holding the gun and trembling, “I can’t.”
Then don’t shoot… run!
“Bitsy,” I breathed.
Now! Now, Nina! Run!
I turned and ran.
My high-heeled booted feet crunched through the snow and I heard Harry crunching after me. Pine needles whipped my face, snow flying off their limbs stinging me with pinpoints of freeze as I kept going.
Left here, veer left. Max is coming, Charlie told me.
Relief swept through me.
Oh thank God.
Keep running. Faster, sweetheart.
I veered left and tried to run faster but slipped and slid when my high-heeled boots hit rocks, finding purchase when they hit snow-covered turf, sliding and wavering again when they hit stone. Every step I took I heard Harry’s pained grunting and his feet pounding behind me.
I looked back, just like all the stupid heroines in the horror movies do.
Keep going, don’t look, Charlie instructed me, just keep running.
I looked forward just when the toe of my boot caught on something solid and then I was flying. Yes, like all the stupid heroines in horror movies do, I fell, landing with a body-rocking jolt on my hands and knees at the same time stupid, stupid, stupidly losing the gun.
“Dammit!” I screamed.
Keep shouting! Max will hear you! He’s close! Charlie yelled.
But I didn’t get to shout. Instead I let out an “oof” as I tried to push to my feet and was tackled from behind by Harry. We rolled through the snow down the mountain, a tangle of arms and legs.
Fight, scratch, kick, bite, scream, sweetheart, scream! Charlie ordered.
I screamed, loud and shrill and I kept doing it as I fought, punching, shifting, flailing, scratching and kicking. We’d come to rest on an outcrop of rock that felt hard, cold and abrasive even through my clothes as we wrestled on top of it and I kept screaming as I kept fighting. I gave it all I had but Harry got me to my back and straddled me. I continued to pound on his chest, scratch at his neck and kick out with my legs, bucking my hips and shrieking in terror as both his big mountain man hands cupped either side of my head, yanking it up so my chin was in my throat and I knew he was going to pound it into the rock. My fingers wrapped around his wrists and I pulled out hard but didn’t succeed in moving his hands.
SCREAM! Charlie shouted.