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Daniel: Hell yeah! We’re looking at a threesome tonight.
Astrid: You’re a pig.
Daniel: One u love, bugger.
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Astrid: Just so we’re clear, I’m so not having fun tonight and u need to make it up to me.
Daniel: Fiiiine! I’ll re-watch Vikings with you for the thousandth time.
Astrid: And bring me the scones your mum makes.
Daniel: Nope. Those are mine.
Astrid: No deal.
Daniel: We’ll split *angry face emoji* Stop coming after my scones, damn you.
I smile, sending him a laughing out loud Japanese emoji and tuck my phone in my back pocket.
If sacrificing tonight means stealing some of Aunt Nora’s scones from Dan, then I’m game. I always tease him, saying we’re only friends because of his mum’s scones.
I’m heading towards the exit when the car park goes pitch black. I stiffen, stopping in my place.
I hit stop on the music and hurry towards where I remember the outside gate.
My hands turn clammy and my breathing hitches so loud, I can’t hear my footsteps or anything in my surroundings.
Dammit. The lights usually stay on until later.
My hand clamps around the straps of my backpack until my nails dig into my palms.
I’d start running, but my limbs are too shaky for that.
It’s true what they say about losing one of your senses. When you can’t see, everything else becomes heightened.
My ears pick up on the slight rustle of the wind against the pine trees surrounding the school. Or at least, I hope the rustle is because of the trees.
My nostrils fill with the scent of petrol from cars and pine as well as my own scent — which is so similar to fear.
The air on my skin feels like razor-sharp objects trying to dig their way inside. No matter how much I swallow, I can’t chase away the taste of acid from the back of my throat.
This is becoming terrifyingly similar to what happened that night.
Both nights actually.
Everything started with darkness.
You can do this, Astrid. You can totally do this.
My pep talk doesn’t work. The whooshing of my pulse doesn’t come down and black fills my vision.
A tall, sombre figure blocks my path. I scream, but the sound is drowned with a strong hand blocking my mouth.
My body freezes as I’m pulled back, feet dragging on the concrete with a sickening noise.
Am I… being kidnapped?
