Tommy looked at me and said, "Fasten your seat belt, Darling. We're in for some stormy weather."

I did as I was told. "You're not gonna hurt him, are you?"

"I'm going to try to save my life, if that's what you mean. Whatever that involves."

He then said, "Hold on tight."

And he hit his breaks.

There was a screeching of rubber, and then a sickening jolt as the van piled into us.

I screamed… and the car careened all over the highway.

But Tommy's main objective had been realized, and that was breaking the headlights.

They couldn't see where they were going… but now, we couldn't see where they were either.

"Oh God… what's going to happen," I asked.

"Fuck if I know."

He started to floor it again, but I heard him mutter, "I don't believe it."

I looked around behind him, and to my amazement, I saw the van gaining on us in the other lane.

He was moving fast enough now that I was convinced I was going to die… but he seemed to know what he was doing.

There were four maniacs in the van, however, who I was not so sure of.

I looked over at the van. There were dim shadowy forms inside, but I couldn't make out their faces.

Then, I saw the window rolling down, and I saw the glint of metal.

"They're gonna shoot!" I screamed.

Tommy hit his brakes hard.

At the same time, he turned the wheels toward the van.

As the brakes slowed the car, the van shot ahead of him, and as he turned into it, the front of his car rammed against the back of the van, throwing it off balance and causing it to go into a vicious skid.

But it wasn't enough to run it completely off the road.

They came to a stop, turned around, and were already driving back towards us as Tommy got his car turned around.

"Good fucking driving," he said, amazed.