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“It’s by Lauren Sanderson. It’s called…Therapy.”
“Fuck you,” I cackle.
Still, I look for the song. We’re drunk enough that we end up listening to it about five times on repeat. Something about someone who’s toxic as fuck.
We’re shouting the lyrics rather than singing when my ringtone cuts off the music.
“It’s Rachel,” Jake tells me, now the closest to the phone.
I run to the sofa, excitement flowing through my veins. As soon as I pick up, Jake connects his own phone to the speakers, and I can’t hear anything of what Rach is saying.
“Hold on, baby, I can’t hear.”
I go up the stairs to the main house, dancing along to the new song as I make my way. As soon as I close the door to the basement, I bring the phone to my ear again.
“Hi, Sunshine,” I say, realizing how drunk I am when the walls start tilting. A dumb smile spreads on my face before I even hear her voice.
“Rose.” A terrifying sob cracks through the phone, forcing my heart to drop. The high from tonight drops, the drunkenness disappearing into the abyss of fear.
“Rach, what’s wrong?” There’s nothing but wordless cries for a short moment, and panic freezes my blood. “Baby, talk to me. What happened?”
“He’s going to kill me.” The words are squeezed in between two choked sobs, and my heart crushes.
In the background, I hear a loud bang and someone shouting. Everything clicks so quickly, hits me so hard, that I take a step back, thumping the wall. One breath and I’m moving again.
“I’m on my way,” I snap as I walk past the entrance. “Where are you hiding?” I put my jacket on and grab my car keys.
“I-I—” A scream escapes her. “Oh my god,” she cries.
“Rachel,” I snap. “Focus. Which room are you hiding in?” Car keys in my hand, I leave the house without a thought for the guys downstairs.
“In…In the b-bathroom. The downstairs bathroom. There’s so much blood.”
My heart stops for a few seconds and I have to bring a fist to my chest to kickstart it. I take a deep breath, not wanting to panic her even more.
“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry. Is there only one bathroom downstairs?” I start the car, speeding out of the Murrays’ driveway.
“I don’t want to die,” she cries out. “I love you… I love you. I don’t want to die.”
“The only person who is going to die tonight is Conor.”
Phone in one hand and holding the steering wheel with the other, I think of all the ways I’m going to end Conor McGill. Fuck any repercussions. Send me to prison for all I care.
“Please, hurry,” she sobs.
“What’s the code for your gate,” I ask to get her talking about something other than dying.
“5732.”
“Is your front door unlocked?” I overtake a slow fucker that won’t move out of the way.
“Y-yes.”
“Sunshine, listen to me. You’re going to be fine. I’m almost there, okay? Now I’m going to hang up so I can call Sam.”
“No, no, no,” she weeps. “Don’t leave me, please. I c-can’t.” Her next words are whispered. “It’s so quiet. I don’t know where he went.” A long pause. “I’m scared.”
“I am two minutes away, but Ineedto let Sam know.” Because someone will need to help me hide the body.
