“I got you.” A familiar voice murmured, lifting me from the ground.

I felt weightless in Carson’s arms. My mind was swimming numbly, struggling to form any kind of coherent thoughts. All I knew was something was desperately wrong with me. My limbs refused to respond, and if they did it was incredibly delayed.

Carson carried me somewhere. Sights and sounds I had experienced multiple times were now completely foreign.

I was thrown on something soft. My mind couldn’t comprehend what it was. My fingers twisted in the soft material slowly, winding and unwinding.

“She didn’t even notice.” Carson’s voice rang out, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I could hear the words clearly, but I couldn’t understand the meanings.

In the midst of the absolute cloudiness of my brain, something else was happening inside of me. At first it felt like little pinpricks. Like something hitting against a brick wall. The feeling was like an itch inside my head. It was the only thing I could focus on at the moment.

‘Quit ignoring me, stupid.’

‘Ugh what the h**l have you gotten yourself into.’

Some part of my brain was having it’s own running dialogue.

‘Should’ve listened sooner, d**n it.’

‘Gotta do everything around here.’

A giggle left my lips. I was having an argument with myself.

The itching feeling grew stronger while the brick wall grew weaker.

Something began rushing through me. Something warm and potent was coursing through my veins. Like a gulp of hot chocolate after playing out in the snow all day.

My mind became clearer, and the details around me became much sharper.

I was laying on a bed, and Carson stood only a few feet away. He was talking very animatedly on the phone.

“Carson?” I mumbled, “What happened?”

“S**t.” Carson hissed under his breath, and I wasn’t sure how I was able to hear it.

I could hear someone coming up the stairs, walking down the hall. My mind was beginning to clear, but it was taking longer for my body to get the message.

The bedroom door opened and two people stepped inside.

My stomach clenched and anger swam through me. The anger felt misplaced, like it wasn’t coming from me.

Grace and a dark haired girl came into the room. A malicious look on both of their faces.

“Grace?” My voice was clear, confusion swirling in my words.

The smug look on Grace’s face slipped just an inch as she turned to Carson.

“I told you to give her enough.” Grace spat angrily, “Can’t do a simple f*****g job?”

“I gave her exactly what you told me to.” Carson snapped, “I don’t know why it’s f*****g wearing off already.”

sit up from the bed. My movements were slow and groggy. It

words had cold fear

my

me multiple texts. She could

Grace spat, “Don’t tell me that

dark haired friend, “Go

a word, and finally Grace turned her attention on

eyes were glinting maliciously. I had never looked into the eyes of a psychopath before, but I assumed this is

little Aurora.” Grace spat, “You moved to the

never done anything to you.” I pointed out,

have.” Grace’s smile was serpent-like, “You think they see something in you? They see an easy little b***h who can’t

paused, “The

to make sense, that didn’t stop the fear from continuing to wash over me. Grace had that unhinged

Grace’s voice was soft, her eyes murderous. “I’m going to make

her.” Grace’s friend came back in the room, a familiar

“Autumn?” My mouth dropped.

me. half of which felt like they didn’t

straight face. Any familiarity was

“Did Tori come

head, “I did as you said. Tori never knew

turned her reptilian smile back on me.

the dresser,a silent

spoke, her voice crystal clear, “H**l, drop out of school if you have to. I

could bite back a reply, something hard slammed into the side of my face. I was knocked back onto the bed with a thud. Black

was cocked back, aiming for another hit. I couldn’t understand how she was so strong. Grace was thin, with little muscle

sharp pain pulsed along my lip,

was a garbled whimper as it left

Autumn stood across the

on the other hand grinned,

close to my busted face. “Trust me, I have no

whimpered,

or the fear. If she wanted me out of their life, I’d do just that. The look in

My frantic brain was trying to

“I’m glad we

when Grace turned to leave the room, her dark

swelling, my lip was definitely busted. I’d

but I was wrong. Grace was telling the truth when she said she’d ruin me. She

Grace murmured, a single manicured hand placed on

myself from the bed, but my movements were still staggered. Whatever

girl went to these lengths. What made her think she could get away with

room. Carson stared at me, something burning in his gaze.

face up pretty bad.” Carson murmured, a smirk forming on his face. “But I can just look away.

mouth to plead, to beg

was gleaming in his

the bed and grabbed

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