“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.”

all of my energy to sit up from the bed. My movements were slow and groggy. It felt like my mind was wide awake while

cold fear rushing through

left my lips,

multiple texts. She could easily be on

Grace spat, “Don’t tell me that b***h

haired

a word, and finally

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

Grace spat, “You moved to the wrong town

anything to you.” I pointed out, my

Grace’s smile was serpent-like, “You think they see something in you? They

I paused, “The

make sense, that didn’t stop the fear from continuing to wash over me. Grace had that unhinged look in her eye, a look that said she’d go to any lengths for what

voice was soft, her eyes murderous. “I’m going to make sure that no one wants you after this. No

back in the room, a familiar face

“Autumn?” My mouth dropped.

running through me. half of which

Autumn replied with a straight face.

hissed, “Did Tori

her head, “I did as

back on

dresser,a silent player in

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

the side of my face. I was knocked back onto the bed with a thud. Black spots danced across my vision and my

aiming for another hit. I couldn’t understand how she was

my lip, following a spurt of something warm and metallic

was a garbled whimper as it left

and I could feel the skin around it swelling. Autumn stood across

hand grinned, admiring

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

whimpered, nodded

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

a waiting game. My frantic brain was trying to come up with

glad

lips when Grace turned to leave the room,

to assess the damages done to me. My eye was swelling, my lip

more afraid, but I was wrong. Grace was telling

murmured, a single

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

get away

at me, something burning in his gaze.

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

don’t-” I opened my mouth to plead,

look Grace had was gleaming in his eyes. “It’ll be easier for you if

grabbed onto my

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