Page 109 of If You Dare

Trey roofied Chloe’s drink. That’s why she looked so out of it while we stood by the edge of the pool, after I dared her to jump in.

I’m the one who pushed her. But maybe she wasn’t able to swim because of the drug Trey gave her.

Even if it didn’t cause her death, he still drugged my best friend. He planned to take advantage of her that night. Of both of us.

I wrap my lips around the finger he still has in my mouth, his eyes lighting up before I bring my teeth down as hard as I can.

He howls, lurching back. “Fuckingbitch!”

I scramble up and try to keep my feet under me, aim for the tiny opening out of the empty warehouse, but someone strikes me down from behind.

I tumble to the concrete, scraping my hands and elbows and just narrowly missing a strike to the chin.

A hockey stick comes down on my head, the pain nearly splitting my skull open.

I curl up in the fetal position as all five of them surround me. Brody lands a kick to my back. Someone else strikes my legs with a stick.

Snot dribbles out of my nose, mixing with my tears. When Trey aims a punishing kick at my stomach again, blood sputters from my mouth.

His venomous words rattle in my head. “You’re fuckingdead.”

Chapter39

After

Wes

The team has already leftthe locker room by the time I get there.

Thank god I took her phone that day I ditched her in the middle of nowhere. Programmed her phone’s location into my GPS.

She never did figure out how I always knew exactly where to find her.

“I’m coming, little flower,” I whisper.

I know exactly what they have planned for her. Because I planned out every step of it. But I called it off weeks ago.

I guess they decided to take matters into their own hands. Under Trey’s fucking leadership.

They picked a new location, thinking I’d go where we originally planned. So I wouldn’t be able to save her.

But that’s not happening again. I couldn’t save Chloe, but I will save Violet.

I’m doing seventy and praying I don’t get pulled over when the abandoned warehouse comes into view. Secluded, where no one would think to look for her.

The second I’m out of the car, Violet’s screams rip through my eardrums.

Just like that night she was screaming over my sister’s dead body.

But this time, it’s Violet I need to save. And she’s still alive. There’s still hope.

If I can get to her in time.

In the warehouse, it’s five of them on one of her. Every one of those motherfuckers landing blows on a defenseless girl. All of them wearing those fucking masks.

I’ll skin each of them alive before I burn them from the toes up.

“Get the fuck away from her!” I bellow, charging right for them like I’m not outnumbered five to one.

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