“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I shout as I begin swim-running out of that lake as fast as fucking possible.
Landon is right behind me by the time I make it to shore, and we take off running back the way we came.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God,” I repeat before stopping a little way down the trail.
I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.
Landon starts rubbing circles on my back. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice shaky and unnerved.
I can’t even attempt to laugh at the ridiculousness of that question.
“Am I oka— Of course I’m not fucking okay!” I snap. “You just picked up our friend’s head! A head that was no longer attached to a body! We have to tell someone, we have to find help!” I say and move to take off running again.
Landon is quick to grab my shoulders, though, pinning me in place. “We can’t tell anyone.”
“What do you mean?” I shout, outraged.
He glances around us before shaking his head. “Think about it, Courtney. Andrew was voted off last night. Today we found his severed head abandoned in a lake off the beaten path. This wasn’t an accident.”
My mind whirls as I attempt to make sense of his words. “What are you saying? That Andrew was… killed?”
Landon shakes his head again. “I don’t know what to think, but I know that whoever or whatever did that to him, they don’t want people to know.”
“Landon, this is fucking insane! Andrew is dead! Who knows where Cora is!”
That thought sits with me for a moment, and my stomach twists.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Do you think she’s dead too?” I ask as tears fill my eyes.
“I don’t know,” Landon admits. “For now, we don’t breathe a word. Okay?”
I agree with a shaky nod, though I still can’t wrap my mind around it all.
“Come on. We need to get the fuck out of here,” Landon says, lacing his fingers in mine and leading the way.
His arms are shaking, or maybe it’s mine that are making his tremble. Either way, we’re both losing our goddamn minds.
We don’t make it more than two hundred feet before a golf cart comes speeding up to us, braking just in time. Several large men jump off it and grab us.
“Let us go!” Landon snarls.
We both fight against them before they shove us onto the cart.
“Shut the fuck up,” one snarls into my face as the driver quickly turns round and begins driving back to the house.
I glance at Landon in concern, and he gives me a similar look in return.
Well, that’s not fucking comforting.
Chapter Twenty Nine
Landon
Instead of heading to the front of the house, or even near the back patio area, the golf cart makes a sharp turn towards another side of the building I haven’t been to. A four-car garage stands in front of us, and one of the goons that grabbed us hits a button, opening one of the doors. We pull inside before the door shuts behind us, then one guy grabs my arm, and the other grabs Courtney. He tugs on her roughly to force her to hurry up, and I push against the guy holding me.
“Hey! Get your fucking hands off her!”
“Shut your goddamn mouth and get inside,” the guy holding me snaps, hauling me in one direction while Courtney in dragged in another.
