I felt more pain, this time in my thigh.
My leg gave out too soon, and I whispered her name as everything went black.
Carrie.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Carrie
“Carrie!”
“Carrie, please wake up!”
I opened my eyes, seeing nothing for a moment, trying to register the voices.
“Oh, thank God,” Sarah whimpered from somewhere around me.
I was on the ground.
Why was I on the ground? Why did my head hurt?
Twisting my neck, I found Margo with her hands tied behind her back. Horror filled my entire being then as I looked down to her feet, finding rope tied around her ankles. The shirt she was wearing this morning in Rossy’s was ripped at the collar and covered in stains.
What the hell happened?
Sarah whispered hissed my name, and I looked in the opposite direction, finding her sitting by my tied feet, in the same position as Margo. Her face was splotchy, panic shining in her eyes as her chest heaved rapidly.
“Carrie, thank God! I thought you were dead,” Sarah blubbered.
“Shh,” Margo hissed. “Or he’s going to come back!”
“Who?” I asked softly, my voice shaking.
Was it Brandon?
Had the proof Hayes gotten been fake?
“Sit up,” Sarah ordered. “I don’t want him to come back and try to kick you again.”
A chill ran down my spine. “He tried to kick me?”
“In the face,” Margo whispered, her voice distant.
Grunting, I rolled to my back, noting I wasn’t sore, and sat up. I put my back against the wall, my fingers brushing against the freezing, moist stone as I looked around. There was a single wooden door that didn’t quite cover the entire doorway, giving us some light from the outside.
Outside—
We were outside.
Margo was shivering, staring straight ahead. “He’s going to come back soon.”
“Who is he? What does he look like?” I demanded. “Do either of you feel dizzy?”
If Brandon drugged my friends withNightwalker, I was going to be the one to finally kill him.
“Tall, skinny, and young. He has bleached hair and his eyes are sunken in,” Sarah answered through her tears.
Well, shit. That wasn’t Brandon.