Page 26 of Deceit

Asher is laughing hysterically, and Liam is chuckling to himself lightly.

“What the hell?” I shout, before forcing myself to my feet. A twinge comes from my left ankle that leads me to believe it’s at least sprained. Great.

The soft ground beneath me sinks, practically swallowing my shoes as I stand. I try to grip the edge of the grass and pull myself up, but I can’t even reach. This thing is at least ten-feet deep, equal amounts of irritation and panic fill me.

“Get me out of here!” I demand.

“Nah, I think you are right where you belong, but I’m not a total monster. Let me get you something to drink,” Asher says before standing over me, tipping his beer bottle upside-down.The cold sticky liquid hits my hair first, streaming down my face and my back as he empties the entirety of its contents over me.

I squeal at the feeling, doing my best to protect myself with my hands before Asher tosses the bottle into the grave with me. I don’t even have it in me to be humiliated right now. Instead, I’m just pissed.

“You asshole! Get me out of here, right now!”

He looks down at me, sneering as he wraps an arm around an eager and actually very sober looking Bridgette.

Nice acting, little bitch.

“Pass.”

I watch as he begins walking away, before glancing to see Liam still standing there, a frown tugging his full pink lips.

“Ash, we aren’t leaving her all night, right?” he asks, hesitance in his voice. “There’s a shit ton of coyotes, man.”

Asher looks over his shoulder at his friend, shrugging nonchalantly.

“They can have her.”

Anger burns inside me and right now, I’ve never wished anyone would be struck dead by lightning more than him. His little groupie right along with him.

“Liam,” I ask, hoping I can appeal to the humanity in him that is obviously trying to poke through. “Please,” I whisper softly, allowing the deep-seated fear inside me to bleed through.

He grimaces as he looks at me, before looking over to see Asher watching him carefully. Liam gives me an almost pained look, before he shakes his head and begins walking away with Asher and Bridgette.

Fuck!

“Liam!” I shout desperately. “Please! Asher! Get your asses back here! You can’t leave me out here! Help! Someone help me!” I scream.

I hear Bridgette cackle again and it becomes more faint with each step away from me that they take.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I reevaluate the dirt walls surrounding me, digging the toes of my boots into the side in hopes I can make footholds of sorts. Unfortunately, the ground is practically rock-hard, and my efforts are completely useless. My ankle twinges in pain again, forcing me to grimace. Fuck.

A cold chill sweeps through the air, forcing me to shiver.

At least a half an hour goes by as I try and try to get out of this stupid hole, all attempts completely failed. A howl suddenly sounds out in the night sky, followed by more than I can count. Liam’s words about coyotes come to mind and my stomach turns. I’ve never seen one before, but it’s related to a wolf and that’s enough information for me.

My hands quickly scramble against the dirt wall, digging my fingers in as deep as I can to try and at least get closer to the top. As soon as I’m able to get a firm grip though, I realize how truly screwed I am. All that I’m doing at this point is burying more dirt beneath my nails.

In the next moment a noise comes from my left, all of the breath from my lungs being sucked right out as I hear another.

“Hello? Is someone there?” I ask, only to be met with silence.

The sound of a twig snapping on my right has my head snapping in that direction, but I can’t see anything.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I’m not a baby when it comes to scary things. I can watch horror movies and I have no problem with the dark but I’m trapped, in an abandoned grave, in a practically ancient cemetery, where there are definitely coyotes coming in my direction. Tell me you wouldn’t be ready to throw up right now.

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