Page 256 of Only Be Mine

Plastic.

My arms were pulled behind my back. Rope burned against already raw skin.

I tried to fight.

I think I tried.

My body didn’t cooperate.

“You should’ve stayed put,” Trevor muttered, almost disappointed. “We could’ve made this easier.”

We.

So, there were always two of them.

The other man’s breathing was uneven. Wet.

“Trunk?” he asked.

“Trunk.”

The word echoed in my head.

Garage.

Car.

I felt myself lifted. Not carefully.

My shoulder hit something hard.

My vision went black at the edges, then came back thinner.

Cold air touched my face.

I smelled gasoline.

Rain.

We were outside.

I tried to say her name.

It came out like a cough.

“C…”

My throat filled.

I swallowed blood.

Cate.

I pictured her in the kitchen earlier. Umbrella in hand. Looking for me.

I should’ve turned around.

I should’ve…