Page 3 of Run and Hide

Every rustle of noise makes me jump as I wipe my hand across my damp forehead.

Never again am I trusting Lily when it comes to things like this. I have no idea how anyone enjoys being scared.

The path ahead is narrow, the stalks towering over me like ancient sentinels. I’m not cut out for this. I’m the girl who jumps at her shadow and slept with a nightlight well into her teens.

But peer pressure has a funny way of pushing you beyond your comfort zone.

I walk through the maze slowly, realizing I’m not far enough in for there to be any scare actors—and there’s still no sign of Lily.

Pulling out my phone, I try to call her, but my screen doesn’t turn on as I tap it with more force than necessary.

Dead.

I take a deep breath and step forward. The first turn comes quickly, and I hesitate. A single scarecrow leers at me, its stitched grin is mocking my fear as the button eyes seem to follow my every move. I clench my fists, determined not to let it get to me. It’s fake. I keep telling myself everything here is fake.

A scream hits my ears, and a group of girls sprint a few feet ahead of me, a huge man with an axe chasing them. He tries to grab a girl, but she turns at the perfect time, dodging him. Laughter breaks out within their group, and my eyes go wide as realization hits me. I’m going to have to walk by him. Why would he let me go without scaring me? That’s literally his job.

Maybe I could turn back? Perhaps I could go through the corn until I’m away from the ax man? But what about the next actor? I can’t hide in the corn; let's face it, that’s just as fucking scary.

My shoulders feel tight as I walk toward the man staring at me from a few feet away. A smile takes over his face, but as I get closer to him, he doesn’t move from his spot. His eyes follow my every move, but he doesn’t take a single step closer.

I can’t hear anything but the woosh of my blood rushing to my ears. Maybe I could just run through the maze and call it good, call an Uber, and go home.

But I don’t.

It seems like I’m the only one left. There’s no noise other than the shuffling of my feet as the man watches me until I’m out of sight. An owl hoots in the distance just as I hear ruffling next to me in the field. I stop walking, my head snapping in the direction of the noise.

Taking a few steps in the opposite direction, the same sound comes from the other side, giving me nowhere else to go but forward.

I quicken my steps to a jog as my stomach drops.

Only a few feet ahead of me is a girl with long black hair, her eyes barely peeking out as she takes a single step toward me.

Yeah, no. Absolutely fucking not.

A low growl comes from her, and she steps forward forcefully with one foot, as if she intends to grab me. I can’t hold in the scream erupting from me as I take off down the dirt path, following the endless rows of corn.

The creepy girl's laugh follows me until I smack right into something. Falling to my ass, I look up, and my eyes grow wide at what I’m met with.

Chapter three

Cyrus

She scrambles to getup, but her hands are shaking so badly, she can’t manage to get her arms to work.

I rev the chainsaw, and she screams. Finally, she gets to her feet, looking around frantically, as if trying to find somewhere to hide.

We told our fellow actors to leave the black-haired beauty alone. They could frighten her from afar, but they were not allowed to touch her.

My cock is painfully hard as I watch her run from me in fear, her limbs trembling as she goes.

My feet pound on the ground behind her. She’s not very fast, so I focus on not catching up with her too soon. She looks over her shoulder and screams again when I rev the chainsaw, longer this time.

I smile to myself as she takes off in the opposite direction. I walk toward where she’s trying to escape, but she has tired herself out.

Kian presses a lit joint to my lips and I inhale. The smoke fills my lungs, and I release a deep breath. Smoke billows out of my mouth in Kian’s direction, his knife dangling from his hand. He brings the joint to his own lips, his eyes still on the spot where the little crow is headed.

“Ready to get this show on the road?” I ask, knowing he won’t want to have too much distance between us and her, that he’s as ready for her as I am.

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