Page 64 of Little Fox


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I dashed over to Maureen. “We have to run,” I whispered. Weapons would only get us so far. They were football players. If they got their hands on us again, we were done for.

Maureen found my hand and laced her fingers through mine. “I’m ready.”

I pulled her three steps to the left and rushed forward, slamming into the door. Frantic, I fumbled with the bolt.

“They’re getting away,” Chad called out.

Heavy footsteps stalked toward us as I struggled with the chain on the last latch. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe.

Maureen whimpered behind me. “Come on, come on.”

A fresh wave of adrenaline surged through me. “Fuck this.” I grabbed the chain and yanked as hard as I could. A loud pop sounded as the screw pelted me in the face. Yes.

I threw open the front door and yanked Maureen outside. Fuck, it was even darker out here. The rain pricked us like a thousand needles as I dragged her down the slippery front steps.

“Flashlight, Maur!”

“Oh, fuck.” She tapped it against her hand. “It’s not working!”

Shit. My shoes sank into the mud as we reached the ground. I jerked her to the right and squinted through the dark. “Keep trying,” I called back.

A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the night. “Bailey!” Billy roared. “Come back here.”

Maureen grunted, slamming the flashlight harder against her hand. “Fucking hell. Work dammit!”

We sloshed forward in the dark. Another bolt of lightning flashed, and I spotted my car. Which meant Billy also spotted us. “Maureen, run!”

She shrieked as we sprinted toward my car. With my keys already out and ready, I tapped the clicker to unlock the doors, and the interior lights flashed. “Go, go, go!”

We couldn’t get into the car fast enough.

“Lock the doors, quick,” Maureen rasped.

I turned the key in the ignition but kept the headlights off as I threw the car into reverse. Billy rammed into the side of the car and pounded on the window.

“Fuck you, Billy,” Maureen snarled.

I smashed down on the gas pedal, praying I didn’t hit anything behind me, and then threw it in drive as I hit the headlights. The sight of the road in front of us was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

I peeled out, leaving Billy screaming our names in the dark behind us.

We were about three miles down the road when both of us burst into tears. They were tears of relief, of anger, and frustration. Not a single word was uttered. We just held hands and cried together all the way back home…

Every light in Wickford Mansion flickered on the second I screeched into the driveway. I killed the engine but neither of us moved.

“Did they… you know… touch you?” Maureen rasped.

I shook my head as I choked back more tears. “No. But… they made me touch myself so they could watch.” I was going to be sick thinking about it.

Maureen burst into tears. “I’m so sorry, Bailey. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t kept insisting we have a girls’ night…”

I threw my arms around her. “Stop. This isn’t on either of us. I’m going to fucking kill both of them. That’s a promise.”

She wiped her nose on her sleeve. “I’ll help you do it.”

A chill snaked up my spine as I gazed at the house. “Well, you’ll have to get in line. When I tell them what happened… Billy and Chad are going to have four very hostile and depraved psychos after them. Psychos who can’t die. I have to warn you, it’s about to get really fucking heated in there.”

Maureen gasped. “I’m actually going to get to meet them. Holy shit. Bales… what if they blame me? What if they hate me?”

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