Breathing heavily the car eventually stopped moving about but the pain in my head only increased many times over.
Charlotte was still sobbing uncontrollably as she curled up into a ball in the driver's seat.
Exhausted I leaned back in the chair and rubbed my temples desperately trying to feel any sense of relief.
Eventually, things were just too much for me and I undid the lock for the second time as I pulled on the door to leave.
This time the door freely flung open and I moved to get out but I was stopped when I felt some resistance.
Turning back around I was shocked to see that Charlotte was tightly squeezing onto my shirt.
Her fingers were already turning pale from how tightly she was holding on but the rest of her body seemed to be completely resisting me.
She was still crying and shaking but as if some kind of deep instinct was telling her to not let go caused her to grab onto my shirt.
