Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
“Shut up,” she sneers out of nowhere.
My brow rises. “Oh, the little slut can talk?”
She immediately slams her lips shut again and attempts to wriggle loose from Felix’s grasp, but he’s much stronger than she is. But we all know that, including her. She just wants to pretend.
Pretend to be strong.
Pretend to want to escape.
But secretly, she wants nothing more than to submit.
I flick my fingers along her sensitive parts through the fabric of her panties until I find a wet spot. I slide my finger through, and her whole body tenses up. “Already wet for my finger now? Tsk. So easy.” I lean away and lick my lips. “I wonder how hot you can get.”
I fish my lighter from my pocket and turn on the flame.
Her eyes flicker in the light, pupils dilating quickly.
I bring the flame closer and closer to her little pussy, right underneath that pretty little fucking black dress of hers that I’m dying to burn away so I can see what’s underneath.
“NO!” she shrieks, fighting off Felix to no avail. “What do you want?”
“Tell us why the fuck your sister had pictures of the whole school in her diary,” Felix rasps into her ear. “I want to know all her fucking secrets and yours.”
“I don’t know why. I never asked her,” she says through gritted teeth.
“How did you get your hands on that diary, then?”
“She left it for me after her death,” she says, swallowing. “Why the fuck are you asking me any of this? I don’t fucking know why she did what she did, okay?”
I tilt my head, pulling away the lighter just a little. The flame was enough to motivate her to talk, but her answers won’t help us at all.
“How the fuck do you even know my sister? You weren’t even in the same class,” she says, incensed. “Did you bully her too?”
I burst out into laughter. “Bully?”
“Yeah, you three are fucking bullies, and you know it,” she says, staring me down. “It was you boys, wasn’t it? She killed herself because of you.”
My whole body grows frigid. “Because of us?”
“You were there that night of the bonfire!” she yells.
“We didn’t make her fucking jump.”
“She left me a fucking note calling you out.”
What?
A note?
There’s more than that diary?
Felix shakes his head and momentarily releases her from his grip to rub his face.
Suddenly, she whips out a knife and cuts his arm. He yelps and loses his grip entirely.
I lunge forward to grab her, but she kicks me in the nuts.
Fuck.
That hurts.
I bend over, heaving, trying to keep the pain from making me vomit.
She runs up the steps to the back of the auditorium.
“Get back here,” Felix growls, chasing after her.
I can’t fucking move, but Alistair is in pursuit too. “Fuck, you let her go!”
“She fucking cut me again,” Felix snarls back.
I groan from the pain, trying to move, but it’s impossible. God, her kicks hurt like hell. She must’ve trained them.
But there’s no way she can escape, not without the keys.
She kicks the doors so hard that a dent appears, and I’m impressed. “Don’t let her escape,” I call out.
She looks around as Felix and Alistair approach from behind.
“Give up, Pen,” Felix snarls. “You’re not going anywhere until we finish with you.”
“I’m not letting you put one finger on me,” she growls back, and she runs for the emergency case on the wall against the left wall, knocking in the window with the back of her knife. Without a second thought, she pulls the fire alarm.
My eyes widen. Fuck. We didn’t take it into account …
The fire alarm begins to fill the hallways.
The doors click.
Our eyes connect.
And she immediately dashes for the door.
Alistair runs up the final steps, but she grabs a chair and chucks it at him.
He ducks away, caught between two chairs and a desk.
And as Felix runs up behind her, she throws open the door and bolts out.
Seconds later, the sprinklers go off, immediately dousing the flame in my lighter and all our clothes.
Felix roars with rage and grabs the seat Alistair is stuck in and throws it at the wall. Then he helps him get up, and they both peer out the door while I finally manage to make my way up the stairs with soaked clothes.
But no one is left because hundreds of students are all rushing for the exits, thinking it’s a lockdown of the school because of an actual fire.
“We lost her again,” Alistair mutters. “What if she talks?”
“She won’t,” Felix says, clenching his teeth. “She wants the same thing we do.”
Alistair narrows his eyes at me. “Answers?”
A smirk forms on my lips. “Revenge.”
DYLAN
“So you’re telling me you didn’t pull that fire alarm?” my father asks as he taps his fingers on the desk.
“No, I told you already,” I reply, leaning back in my seat.
“Get that smugness off your face,” he barks. “You three were the only ones visible on the cameras.”