My gaze returned to the window and I resumed ignoring him. He sighed in annoyance and grabbed me by my hair, uncuffing me and dragging me out of the car. I gasped, wincing. My scalp remained tender from the numerous time my hair was yanked on over the past few days and my legs were all but Jelly from the abuse they'd endured. In fact, they gave out, leaving me sprawled across the concrete. Then I felt cool metal on the back of my neck and my blood ran cold. Zach was holding a gun t....