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I run my fingers through my dark hair, detangling some knots, so I don’t look like I got railed. Filling my lungs with oxygen, I straighten my shoulders and lift my chin high. Everything to make it seem like I was playing the game and not fucking my way to the top.
Here goes nothing.
I twist the door handle and swing it open, bracing myself for the celebration I witnessed when the guy from the last group exited Slashed.
Except no one cheers for me.
Outside, everyone murmurs, exchanging confused glances. Red and blue lights bathe the area, and I take a second to realize they come from police cars and ambulances. They’re sirens. Emergency teams crowd the lot.
“Sadie!” Jen’s alarmed voice cuts through the night as she runs toward me, slamming her torso against mine when she wraps her arms around my body. Her entire frame is shaking as she hugs me. “You’re alive! Oh my God, you’re alive!”
Confusion sprouts in my chest, spreading through my veins, and knitting my forehead into a frown.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, grabbing her shoulders to push her back and look at her face.
Tears spill down her cheeks. Relief present in her features.
“They’re dead,” she tells me. “I found a body after we split up. It was the scare actor.”
My frown deepens.
“What do you mean?” I’m so lost and confused. “He followed me.”
Jen shakes her head.
“No, Sadie, you’re not understanding.” She pauses for a second to exhale a shaky breath. “The guy chasing us wasn’t a scare actor at all; he was a killer. He murdered the actor assigned to our group and the other jocks too. Nancy…”
Where is she? Where’s my best friend?
My stomach drops at the realization. When Nance got locked away, she was shrieking with terror. I thought… This was supposed to be a game. Guilt prickles my body like needles pocking holes in my skin. My knees grow weak, almost making me crumble, but I keep clinging on to Jennifer to keep from falling.
Horror ties a thick rope around my chest, crushing it with its weight as it takes control of my anatomy. Frantically, I look at my surroundings, trying to catch a glimpse of my blonde friend.
I hope she’s okay.
She has to be.
“Where’s Nance?”
Jennifer wipes the tears from her face with the sleeve of her shirt. Red rims her lashes, showing she’s been crying for a while.
“The ambulance just took her. She had a nasty wound from the stairs, and they think she has a concussion,” Jen explains, skimming over the details. “She was with Ty when he… you know.”
I don’t know what impulse takes over me, but I ask, “Did… Did he hurt her?”
What will knowing accomplish?
The guy that worshipped my body a few minutes ago is a murderer. He killed people in cold blood, and held me at knifepoint. I was too naïve to understand what his threats meant. When he mentioned checking to see if the knife was real, did he mean slicing my chest open with the blade?
The blade.
I licked the blade.
Nausea rattles my stomach because I licked it. My mouth was in contact with the same knife that took people’s lives. It probably still had blood from his victims, and I put my tongue on it.
I glance down at the front of my attire, noticing the dried blood stains on my shirt for the first time.Realblood from people I met. He must’ve transferred them from his clothes to mine while we kissed. I wipe the blotches, hoping to remove them, but nothing works. I didn’t like the jocks at all, but did they deserve to die in such a horrible way?
“Sadie, are you okay?” Jen’s hands pat my shoulders and then cradle my face to refocus my attention. “How did you escape?”
