Jordan didn't know how long she had been out but knew it was not very long because she could still smell burning rubber where the tire had blown. Slowly she unbuckled her seat belt and leaned forward to check the driver. His face had been thrown right through the windshield and the rest of him was crushed from the roof of the car being smashed on the rocks. If he was alive it was by some miracle. Weakly she tried the door handle again but nothing happened. She attempted to roll down the window but the knob just spun in her hands. The only way out was to break one of the windows. The car was sitting high on one side so that was the side she went for. Using her arms to shield her face she began kicking the window with all her strength. Finally on the third kick it gave way. Carefully she crawled out; crying out in pain as she cut her right side on a shard of glass in the window. Once outside the car she stayed low till she could get her bearings again. She had multiple cuts from she broken window, Blood poured down her face from her forehead. A deep gash on her side and left thigh were making her dizzy. her shirt and shorts were saturated in her blood sand shards of glass. Carefully she pulled off her socks and tied them together to make a bandage for her head. She removed her belt to make a tourniquet for her leg. These would help slow the bleeding so that she might be able to make it to find some help. Pressing a hand to her side she looked around. Her body was already beginning to ache both from being tossed around inside the car, and the cuts. Her head was clearer now and she surveyed the car and driver to give a full description in the report for the police. Belatedly she realized that her purse was still inside the car so carefully she reached back through the window. Searing pain tore at her side while stretching across the seat. A wave of nausea flooded her and her vision blurred. She pressed forward being sure to keep her foot outside the car she snatched it up the white strap. She thanked God that she had remembered to zip it up before she left the hotel so all her belongings had not been scattered all over the back seat. Using all her strength she pulled herself out and began her journey up the embankment to the road.
Near the edge of the embankment Jordan crouched down cautiously. She opened her purse and pulled her cell phone out to call for help. No signal. She might have guessed. She looked around to see if there was anyone else around who might be some sort of accomplice or help. The road offered only silence and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks below. Her nerves were on edge and she had a funny feeling that she was not alone but, didn't see or hear anyone else so she walked as quickly as she could. Her injuries were causing her a great deal of pain and they slowed her progress but Jordan was determined not to give up. Every few steps she checked for a signal. She had to get to the police so that she could identify the man who had tried to kidnap her. She tried to think of who would want to hurt her but she was drawing a blank. She was not a lawyer she was an accountant. She was a mother who read children's books for Christ's sakes. Who would want to harm her? Jordan could not come to any conclusions other than the fact that she just didn't know. Her head throbbed and her mouth was going dry from blood loss and dehydration but she had to keep going if she wanted to stay alive and keep what little sanity she had left. This was one time when she would have been thrilled to have Andy come around the next bend and rescue her.