Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

The branches of the trees whined in the wind above us, and
I thought I heard leaves shuffling around the car, but I couldn’t
be certain with the music still on.
“There’s something out there,” Astrid muttered.
And I remembered how they thought they were being
followed earlier.
I felt Miles move next to me. “I don’t—”
But something heavy hit the windshield, and he cut off,
Astrid gasping next to me.
“What the…?” he barked.
The same force hit Astrid’s side, too, suddenly, then the
rear window and Miles’ side, as well.
“Is that…paint?” Astrid asked. “Someone’s splattering
paint on the windows.”
“Son of a bitch!” he growled.
Releasing me, he opened the door, but there was a
pounding sound coming from the outside, and he howled with
pain, falling over on me.
Did someone just try to shut the door on him?
I didn’t know what was happening, but I felt the car shake
under me and vibrations come from the rear area, like
someone was back there doing something.
“The windows are covered in black paint!” Astrid
exclaimed. “Someone’s out there. Just drive!”
My mind raced, debating on whether to try to get out or if
the danger was greater out there. Before I had a chance to
make a decision, though, Miles shifted into gear and put his
foot on the gas.
But we didn’t move. He gave it more gas, revving the
engine, but the car simply turned its wheels, squeaking
underneath us as they spun, but didn’t take us anywhere.
“Do you smell gas?” Astrid asked.
I inhaled, feeling a burn hit the back of my throat.