Page 186 of Pretty Little Lies

Pain shoots then through my right leg as I growl out in agony, still feeling the unforgiving movements of the car still trying to slow down.

Stop, stop, stop.

My body is still in the seat from the seatbelt, but my limbs are free game. I clutch harder to the steering wheel, every blunt crash reverberating to my bones.

Until it suddenly halts, and I gasp for air. My head drapes down into my chin, tired and throbbing from the last few seconds.

I want to move but I’m afraid to.

My eyes refuse to open as I try to catch my breath and rampant thoughts crashing through my brain.

I need a place for the girls and Dad.

I need a few thousand.

“Bay!”

A warm tear hits my cheek, and I hate myself for doing all of this. I just busted Dad’s car because I wasn’t careful enough. I told him I wouldn’t drive it until he was better before his stroke, and here I am ruining yet another thing for him.

I need to fix it before he sees it.

You’re so fucking stupid, Bay. You are seriously a waste of space.

“Bay!”

“Get those fire extinguishers!”

What the fuck?! The car is on fire?!

I don’t feel any immense heat, forcing my eyes to crack open, but they’re like vises. My body refuses to move from their spot because it hurts.

Everythinghurts.

“Get her the fuck out of the car!”

Torin.

Bossy motherfucker. Can’t he ever say anything nice to anyone?

“There’s fucking blood everywhere.”

Aw, shit.

I place my feet on the floor of the car and push myself up, feeling the immediate tenderness of a gash or bruising forming in my right leg.

Motherfucker, now I can’t walk?

“Don’t move, baby. We’re gonna get you out.”

Reeve.

My eyes finally give way, finding a large body at the side of my door with his face already in mine.

Levi.

A very angry, but relieved Levi.

“You know you’re fucking stupid, right?” he carps out at me before I feel the gentle brush of his fingers along my hip.

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