Page 99 of Make You Mine

Oh, but you can. I’m the only one you can trust. Don’t you see? I can show you that you can trust me. Wear my gifts, and run. Run, Rebel, so I can make all your fantasies come true.

“I’m not playing.”

Unknown:

Then your not-so-sweet brother will pay. He’s a bigger sinner than you think.

“What the fuck do you know about him?”

Unknown:

A lot.

“Like what?”

Unknown:

Be patient, my wife. Now listen to me.

Another ping.

Unknown:

Go back to your classroom and wear my gifts.

Unknown:

Let’s play, and I’ll tell you what you want.

I ignore the messages, sliding off my heels instead. I take one in my hand, and with the pointy corner, I smash it against the small glass on the front door.

Nope. Not strong enough.

I try the handle next, beating it with the heel. No matter how many times I hammer either, there’s no damage done.

My hands start cramping.

I sigh and dump the heel.

Using the flashlight on my phone to lead me instead, I rush to the reception office, the closest door to my left. Right by it, the snack table and the ticket box, plus chairs—where both Regina and Mr. Broadsmith are supposed to sell tickets to our haunted house charity event.

I turn off the flashlight and dump my phone into my bag, dragging one of the chairs through the dark.

Once I’m standing by the entrance, I lift it and throw it forward.

The chair bounces back onto the floor, and I jump.

“Damn it.”

Another terrible attempt at breaking down the entrance door.

What did I think? That it was just going to magically snap open?

The windows aren’t an option. There are multiple throughout the school, but they’re all protected by bars and nets.

Ping.

I take out my phone again.