Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I turned to Winter, took her hand and wrapped it around
my belt.
“You don’t let go,” I ordered.
She shook, so scared, and her eyes watering. The car
whined with the weight of the water filling it as we sank into
the depths of the river, and I held her up, so she could breathe
as long as possible.
“Tell me you love me,” she whispered. “Say it.”
I looked down at her, fucking done with this rotten luck.
We weren’t dying. I wasn’t telling her that shit like I wouldn’t
have a chance to tell her later. She could fucking wait.
I held her close, nose to nose. “Someday,” I taunted,
forcing a smile into my voice.
She let out a little laugh through her sob, and I wanted so
badly to have her back on that motorcycle like the night I
promised to show her red someday. Even when I was lying to
her like I was that night, it was better than this.
She gripped my belt, my heart pounded in my chest, and
Will and Winter gasped around me as we sucked up the last of
the air in the car. I pushed us up, farther and farther, getting the
last breaths we could as Will caught a mouthful of water,
coughed and sputtered, and then we were under, and he was
thrashing.
Shit.
I didn’t waste time. With Winter holding my belt, I moved
to one of the rear doors and pushed, but it still wasn’t budging.
I fondled the lock, making sure it wasn’t secured, and threw
my weight into the door as best I could.
Winter held on, calm, but I could hear Will fighting in the
water, because he didn’t get a lungful before we went under,
and I didn’t know why the fucking door wasn’t opening. It was
supposed to open.
Come on.
My hands shook so badly, and I was losing it. They were
going to fucking die, because of me. Again.