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“Help, somebody, anybody, please!”
I check my watch for the time. It's not even eleven yet, but after that flashback, I'm feeling vengeful. I grab my keys and some supplies, then head out to my car.
It's almost the witching hour, my little dollface.
ChapterSeven
Waking up on a cold, hard surface was unpleasant. Especially after that grueling workout from Queen Bitch. Refresher, my ass. No really. Oww, my butt. Even after all my physical therapy sessions, I don’t think I hurt this bad.
Sitting here in the dark for however many hours I have been, I get antsy. My anxiety is at an all-time high. I don't think I would survive another panic attack right now. I'm tired. I'm cold. I'm absolutely starving, and I have to pee so damn bad. Deciding to try to call for help again, I stand and slowly shuffle toward the door.
But before I call out, I hear something. It sounds like sniffling? Is someone outside? Crying?
As quietly as I can, I move to the door, slide to the floor, and rest my back against the wall, listening. There it is again. Who's crying?
“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Mia.”
Wait, Mia? Why is someone outside crying for Mia? Staying as quiet as possible, I press my ear closer.
“I'm trying, sis. Fuck, I'm trying so hard to follow through with my promise, but it's only day one, and she's already in my head. I just don't understand why things happened the way they did. We were supposed to get married this coming summer and move away from all this negative bullshit. Start our lives together. Now everything has changed. You're dead, and my fiancée doesn't even fucking remember me. Not that I would still marry her after everything she did, but I just really need a sign, sis.”
What the hell? Is that Ash? Is he talking about me? I don't understand. Seems to be an hourly occurrence these days. If he is talking about me, that means we used to be in a relationship. How is that possible after everything he did to me today? There’s no way he could have loved me.
Plus, if we did have a relationship, wouldn't I remember him? How can I remember his sister so clearly and have no idea who he is?
I give up. Enough is enough. If being locked in this shed isn't bad enough, now my head is spinning with even more questions, making my headache worse.
“Please, if anyone is out there, I need to get home. I need to take my medication. My head is throbbing so bad, and my vision is so blurry. Please, I am begging you. I'm sorry for whatever I did. I would change things in a heartbeat if it meant it would take away some of your hatred and pain.” I know pleading my case is a lost cause, but I had to try.
Crickets. All I hear is crickets. Closing my eyes for a few minutes, hoping it may relieve the pressure behind my eyes, I drift off.
“Mia,where are we going? Let's just head back to the party. Ash is going to come looking for us. We've been gone for over thirty minutes. Mia, are you listening? This is really dangerous! It's dark, and I'm really not wearing the proper shoes for this hike.”
Mia turns and looks at me with such disgust and hatred in her eyes that it causes me to stumble back a step.
“God, Grace, can you ever just shut up? Perfect little Grace gets everything she ever wants. Well, I'm over it! We’re going to do what I want now. I’ve spent way too many hours planning this for you to fuck it up! You couldn’t have just minded your own damn business. Had to stick your nose where it didn't belong.”
Taken aback by the venomous tone in her voice, I turn and head back to the party only to have her grip my arm hard, her nails digging into the flesh, causing me to scream.
“What the hell, Mia? That really hurts! Mia, slow down. Where are you taking me? This isn't funny! Please, Mia, stop! No, no, Mia, we’re up too high! You know I hate heights! What are you doing? Mia, stop pushing me closer to the edge! MIAA—!”
Falling. I remember falling and hearing a voice say, “One down, one to go, and then he's mine.”
Then nothing.
Dom
I try Ash’s phone again, and he’s still not answering. What the hell is he doing at midnight? I really need to fucking talk to him. I’m on edge, and I don’t think what we did to Gracie today was right. I understand his need for revenge and how betrayed he feels. Hell, I was with him for months after the accident, pulling him out of his alcoholic stupor and depression. But I have this gut feeling that everything we thought happened is wrong.
Gracie has always been kind, caring, and willing to help anyone in need. She’s not malicious or cruel, and to think that she’s the reason Mia is gone is just fucked up. I know I’m not the only one who thinks that either.
Carter, King, and I have been worried about how far Ash will take this shit. I give up trying to reach Ash and call Carter. He picks up with a grumble, and I laugh.
“Get your dick out of Tinsley and come over. We need to talk.”
“This really can’t wait until tomorrow? I have a fucking curfew tonight,”he says, and I can hear Tins bitching at him in the background.
“Text your mom and tell her you’re staying the night. We can swing by your house tomorrow so you can shower and change.”
