“Wrong answer.”
I scream out, fighting against him as two other ski masks come in, grabbing my arms. I’m still lashing out, striking them as hard as possible.
Grunted before my head’s yanked backwards, again. The necklace feels as if it’s cutting into my throat.
A stinging starts.
“What the fuck!”I scream, looking down at where the man’s jamming a needle into my arm.“No!”I gasp again. “Please… don’t… no…”
My surroundings slow down, my body refusing to move, my eyes fighting against me to roll back.
34
Every day this week has been the same.
Wake up, take a shower, waste away on the couch. I can’t do anything as there’s constantly an undercover car sitting on my house. They’re just waiting for a reason to jump on me. And really, the one place I want to go, I can’t.
And since I rolled up on them after leaving Drew’s apartment, when they all thought I was still inside the entire time, they haven’t even left to do a shift change.
I told Drew I’d give her space, but there’s nothing I want to do less.
I’m completely zoned out as my phone vibrates on the coffee table. Glancing out the window, I can no longer see the sunlight and wonder how long I’ve been wasting away on the couch.
Glancing at my phone, I’m shocked as I see the photo of Drew as it rings.
“Hello?” it comes out, trying to maintain my excitement because there could only be one reason she’d be calling me, right?
But no one says anything in response.
“Hello? Drew?” I repeat, with each second deflating more, as I assume she accidentally called me.
Sighing, admitting that there’s no way she meant to call, and decide to hang up.
As I move the phone from my face, I finally hear her.
“Who are you?” It’s muffled, but it’s still her.
“What?” I respond.
“Why are you here?”
I realize she isn’t talking to me. Even if her voice doesn’t shake, I can still hear the fear lining it. I say nothing else; I just listen, trying to take everything in at once. That’s why she calledme. She needs me to hear her; she needs my help.
I hear her speak again, only this time it’s too muffled for me to hear.
Shit!
She screams, and I can hear footsteps pounding on the ground as I can only assume she’s being chased by someone.
Pushing myself up off the couch, I rush back to my room, grab my shoes.
“No!”she shouts. “Please don’t.” The fear now breaking through her exterior, her voice shakes.
Rushing to the front door, I stop myself, peering out the small window next to it, remembering the unmarked car sitting outside my house.
It’s still there.
“Why are you here?” she pleads with them.
