I married an idiot.
I really did. I mean, I love Ben with all my heart, but he's an idiot. I knew that before I married him, but I had never really thought of the consequences. It all came back to me as Ben took a flying leap and landed hard on the floor of the truck. He scrambled to his feet.
"Let her go, Ian."
Ian laughed and shook his head. But he lowered the gun from my head. He barked directions to the driver. He took several sharp turns, which tossed us all over the place.
"I will," said Ian. "As soon as you're dead, I'll let her skip right back home." He raised the gun and pointed it at Ben.
"You don't want to do this, Ian," said Ben.
"Oh, don't I?" replied Ian. There were several moments of silence as I inched my hand closer to the gun Ian held. Ben saw what I was doing and shook his head minutely. I ignored him. He might have been an idiot, but I most certainly wasn't.
"Goodbye, Ben," said Ian. I lunged forward for the gun, but Ian pushed me aside.
Then he fired one shot.