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“I think our next step is to find Bianca,” Carter says, and I nod. She’s also mysteriously missing; school has been out for over an hour now.
“Text Coach and tell him we’re not going to be at practice, but really with the sky looking like this, he is probably going to cancel anyways,” King says, and Carter pulls out his phone.
“Where the fuck is Ash? If he did something to her again, I may kill him,” King growls and clenches his fists. “Fuck my future; I will put him in the ground next to his sister,” he continues, and a shiver runs down my spine.
“I don’t think he’s involved. When he got home on Saturday, he seemed happy. Confused about some things, but he kicked everyone out, and we cleaned the house so the maid didn’t have to,” Carter says as he continues texting.
“Something doesn’t feel right,” I mutter, then start to pace. Gracie sent us that message and never replied, so it had to have happened around lunchtime. That’s four hours she’s been potentially missing.
“Should we call her parents? Maybe Gray?” I ask, and King shakes his head.
“No, fuck them. We will find her, and then she’s never leaving our sight again,” he shouts, and I nod.
“Okay, let’s check social media. Bianca and Tinsley are always posting stuff. See when they last posted and their tag location. Hope mentioned something about pigs, but I can’t think of anywhere with pigs right now. It’s winter,” I grumble, trying to rack my brain.
Where are you, Bambi?
Gracie
My teeth won’t stop chattering. I’m so cold. I blow on my hands, only to see how filthy I am. No one is going to stop for me, and I can't go into someone's establishment like this.
The winds pick up as I walk, and then it starts to rain. Feeling hopeless and broken, I start to cry.
Why? Why me? Why would Ash do this? I thought things changed after Saturday night. Was Bianca right? Was it all a trick just to sleep with me? And what about my guys? Can no one just love me? I just need this torment to end.
My feet are numb, and I can’t feel them. I know they are probably getting cut up on the gravel path, but that’s something I can deal with later. I just need to get home. I can shower and then call someone. I don’t know who, though.
My mom? She’d probably hang up on me or yell that I’m bothering her during her stress-free week. My dad? No, he has that big case. Gray? No, I don’t want to interrupt his time with Anna. The guys?
Why am I such a burden to everyone?
My shoulders slump as I continue moving. I don’t know what to think anymore. I wish Mia were still here. She would know what to do.
As I pass a field with spiral hay barrels, I recognize where I am. I’m only five minutes from Mia’s house. I think it’s time Ash and I have a talk. For once and for all, either call a truce or give each other up. I can’t handle this hot and cold with him anymore.
I just want to be free.
Someone drives by, honking at me. I move out of the way, keeping my head down.Please go away. I’ve been traumatized enough today.
Rolling down their window, I hear giggling. I glance out the corner of my eye. Great, just what I need; she’s back. Tears run down my face, and I’m about to do something I know I’ll regret.
“Please, just take me home. I’ll do anything, Bianca,” I plead and slowly drop down to my knees by her driver’s door and bow my head.
“Wow, you’re such a little submissive slut. Aren’t you, Gracie?” she asks, and I nod. “Oh, I’m not here to help you, Gracie. Poor, poor little Grace, with her memories misplaced, she’s such a disgrace with pig shit all over her face.” Bianca, Tinsley, and India cheer and clap, adding the new line.
Laughing hysterically at her clever little rhyme, she flings her smoothie out the window at me and splashes me with puddle water as she speeds off.
I break right there in the rain, almost naked and covered in filth on the side of the road.
I can't do this anymore.
It’s time I ended it.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
Iwake up drooling on the… couch? What the fuck is going on? My head pounds, and I groan. Checking my phone, I ignore all the missed calls and texts and check the time. It’s not even five p.m. Why did I wake up? Usually, when I down a whole bottle of vodka, I sleep like the dead.
Someone pounds on my door, and I look in that direction as if I suddenly have X-ray vision and can see who’s standing on the other side. “Go away,” I grumble, then push myself up with my arms and try to get to my feet.
