Sabrina Engle wrenches the knob on her car radio to full volume. The raucous sounds of her favorite band blast throughout the entire car--and onto the empty highway. She energetically bobs her head to the music and reaches into a king-sized bag of M&M's sitting on the passenger seat. Not much of a meal, but she is already thirty minutes late meeting her girlfriends for the concert. Angels of Pain are playing their first ever North American tour, and here she is being late...Again.

The song abruptly ends and another slower song begins. Sabrina rolls her hazel-colored eyes and turns down the volume, disappointed that any radio jockey would play such a dud after a banging good number. Flicking through the radio stations, Sabrina finds another song to jam to. The wildflowers. Haven't heard them in a while.

Realization alters Sabrina's face as she remembers the phone call she was supposed to have made to her mother. Damn.

Doing her best to watch the road, Sabrina stretches to grab her purse. Snagging it with a finger, she rummages inside. Her cellphone has somehow made its way to the bottom, but Sabrina eventually finds it. Placing her Blackberry Storm on the car's vent mount, Sabrina quickly dials her mother's number. Again she struggles to multitask, trying to pay attention to both the road and the phone display. Mrs. Engle answers on the second ring.

"Sabrina, baby...Where are you?" Mrs. Engle exclaims, anxiety in her tone. "Monique called me twenty minutes ago. She said they hadn't heard from you, and that you weren't answering your phone. Is everything okay, dear?"

Sabrina rolls hers eyes again and shakes her head. A soft laugh escapes her deep red lips.

"I'm fine, Mom. I just got held up leaving the dorm. I should have just carpooled. Won't make that mistake again. At this rate, I might not even make it to the concert. $420...And I won't even get to see them play."

"Good riddance," Mrs. Engle chuckles. "Never liked you listening to that band anyway. Sounds almost sacrilegious. Angels of Death. It's so disrespectful."

"Angels of Pain, Mom. Not death. Pain," Sabrina laughs. "Although, there may actually be a band with that name. I wouldn't know. Probably not my style."

"Whatever," Mrs. Engle scoffs. "Just be careful getting there, okay. No concert...Or amount of money...Is worth your safety. Drive carefully, don't put your drink down around people you don't trust, and have fun. Call me when you're there. Or, after the show. I want to know you're safe."

"Yes, Mom. I will. See you later."

"Later, dear. And remember...Have fun. But not too much fun. Don't be like me and your dad. We made you to Black Sabbath."

"Mom! Whoa, whoa. A little too much information. And why am I just hearing this?"

"I was only kidding, Sabrina. It's just a name some of the ladies at work were floating around. My father would have skinned me alive if I had come home pregnant. You were conceived in our family home...After a decent wedding."

"Right. The cat's out of the bag now, Mom. Don't try to put it back in," Sabrina chuckles. "I'm gonna ask Dad."

"Go ahead. Ask your dad. He'll tell you the same thing," Mrs. Engle replies between a genuine laugh. "God, Sabrina. Do you really think I would have listened to a band like that?"

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"People change, Mom. Maybe your tastes have just gotten worse over the years."

"Now, what's that supposed to mean?" Mrs. Engle questions, real hurt in her voice.

Before Sabrina can offer a smart reply, a heavy downpour pelts the windshield. Visibility becomes almost zilch and Sabrina turns on her windshield wipers at full speed. The wipers do very little good improving how far Sabrina can see down the road. Adjusting her phone on the mount, Sabrina puts it on speakerphone.

"Mom, I need to go. It's raining really bad and I can barely see the road. I may have to pull over. I hope not."

"Then, I am not getting off of this phone," Mrs. Engle insists. "My little girl...On the side of a road alone... During inclement weather? Not on this momma's watch."

"It's not a big deal, Mom. I just can't do both. It's either, drive in this...Or talk. I'll call you back. I promise. It's not that far to my destination."

"Okay," Mrs. Engles says reluctantly. "But call me the second you have any trouble."

"I will, Mom. Now, I need to go," Sabrina says, before making a soft smooching sound. "I love you."

"I love you too, dear. Be safe and have fun."

"I will. Call you later. Bye."

Sabrina presses the END button on her phone, ending the call. The rain has not let up. In fact, it seems to have gotten worse. Shaking her head, Sabrina eases her car onto the shoulder.

"Great. I guess, I'm not meant to go to the concert. Damn."

Sabrina uses one hand to massage her brow. She stares out through the windshield with a disappointed expression. At one point, Sabrina believes she sees lights ahead. She squints through the glass and rain to see. Nothing.

Bored and mad as hell, Sabrina again cruises through the radio stations. She passes several sermons, some static ridden oldies stations, a political talk show, and a dedication hotline. Nothing she wants to listen to at the moment. She is too disappointed about the possibility of missing Angels of Pain's first tour in the states. Sabrina finally shuts off the radio and folds both arms over her chest.

A loud knock on the driver's window causes Sabrina to shriek and whirl toward the sound. A tall figure stands beside her car window, wearing what looks to Sabrina like a long dark raincoat. Sabrina lets the window down about four inches and speaks to the stranger.

"Do you need something?"

"Uh, yes," the stranger says in a soft voice.

The voice is not very distinct. Sabrina is unable to tell if the person in the raincoat is a man or a woman. Based on the size and shape of the person, Sabrina assumes it is a man.

"The passenger tire on my truck blew a few miles the other direction. I was a dummy and don't have a spare. I've been walking for about two hours. This rain started really coming down and now I'm soaked all the way through. Do you mind letting me dry off for a bit? It might even help if you let me use your phone. Please."

Sabrina appraises the man from within the safety of her car. Something about the way he is behaving isn't right. He is making sure to hold his head so that Sabrina cannot see his face.

"Uh...Actually, I don't think that's a good idea," Sabrina says. "But look, I can call you a to--,"

Not giving Sabrina a chance to finish her statement, the man brings up his left hand. Clenched in his muscular hand is a large claw hammer. The window shatters mere seconds before the hammer slams into Sabrina's face, fracturing her nose.

Sabrina howls and grasps at her face, blood running between the fingers of both hands. She reaches to put the car in gear, in order to peel away from her crazed raincoat assailant. He grips her long wavy hair in a beefy hand and reclines her head back. Using his left hand to hammer the rest of the glass out of the window, the raincoat man stares down into Sabrina's face.

Once the glass is removed from the window, the man reaches into his pocket and retrieves a canister of pepper spray. He hoses Sabrina's face down, causing her to spit and gag violently. With brute force, he slams her face into the steering wheel. Sabrina is knocked out cold.

Reaching inside and unlocking the door, the raincoat man wrenches it open. He undoes Sabrina's seatbelt and lifts her out of the car. As he carries her to his hidden vehicle, he plants a kiss on her open mouth.

Forty-five minutes later, Sabrina's Blackberry buzzes on the passenger seat of her car. Right where she left it, beside the giant bag of M&M's and her purse.