Page 26 of Reaper's Rival

“We’re around the corner, Kim. Just stay fucking put.”

“Ok.”

I slid down the tree and reality slapped me hard across the face. Abby was going to die at the hands of that serial killer if I didn’t do something.

“I’ll go back.”

“Like fuck you will. Stay where you are. You go in there with no weapons, you are more likely to end up shot first.”

“I can’t just let her die on her own.” Tears fell down my cheeks.

Abby and I were twins. We did everything together. I couldn’t let her face death on her own; I just couldn’t.

“We’re already on the road. You stay put, Kim. You hear me. Stay fucking put where you are.”

“I’m on the corner of Wattle and Winters Street. Please hurry, Dad.” I pulled the phone away from my ear and hung up.

They were coming.

Dad would know what to do. He could handle this. I gripped the tree, gulping in air. Oh please god, if you are there, please, please don’t take my sister.

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Reaper

“He turned on Abby, shot her. Time to ride.” Roach kicked his engine alive and we raced behind him.

He shot Abby.

Three words kept replaying in my mind.

I shouldn’t have let her go in by herself. I should have been there. Fuck, which house was theirs? They all looked the fucking same.

We passed a girl leaning on a tree, and a second glance confirmed it was Kim.

Kim was safe.

While Abby was fucking shot.

Roach pulled into the driveway and the rest of us followed. I was going to kill the fucker slowly.

I had my guns out before the rest of the boys were off their bikes. Expect for Roach. He was kicking down the door and I followed him, storming into the lounge room then into the kitchen.

I stared down at my boot and the blood underneath it.

“Abby.”

My head snapped up. Roach was kneeling down in the corner and slowly pulled my girl from the ground.

“You have to get out of here.” Her voice was thick with pain.

Roach handed her to me.

“Where is he?” Roach looked murderous. “WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!”

“He’s…coming back.”

I held her tight to my body, holding all her weight up. “Where did he shoot you?”

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