Page 63 of Savage Scream

Again, she shakes her head.

‘Have you heard of Angel Org?’

Abbey shakes her head, but frowns a little more, her head staying in my direction this time.

‘I’ll leave you their card. They can help you disappear.’

Abbey scoffs. “I doubt it.”

I frown at that. She’s in a very negative place. Probably feels unbelievably trapped, so I tap out my response and show her my screen.

‘Why do you say that?’

She looks like she is rolling her tongue in her mouth, trying to keep her emotions in check. Then she speaks in a whisper.

“So many of them are in on it. They might seem like the nicest people, but it’s like they live two lives. Good and evil. And they are the evilest. This Angel Org group is probably a part of it, and if they aren’t, you can be assured someone in their ranks is.”

What is she talking about? Her message is cryptic, so I form my response and angle my screen to her.

‘What? I don’t understand.’

“Never mind.” She shakes her head. “Best you keep away from me. That’s best for everyone involved.”

I’m about to offer her a response, but she stands and walks off.

Shit.

Damn it. I was hoping she would elaborate. It’s clear that this is more than overprotective parents, though. She mentioned that Angel Org could be in on it, or someone in their ranks could be. Is this another Carnal Unicorn type of thing?

I glance around and spot her school bag right next to where she was sitting, so I do the only thing I can think of, and I slip the Angel Org card inside, and hope that her parents or boyfriend aren’t the ones to find it. Hopefully, if she gets desperate enough, she will reach out to them, regardless.

I move back towards the front of the tent to pretend like I’m taking part in the swimming carnival activities, exhaustion starting to creep in from my lack of sleep lately.

It’s late morning when my phone vibrates with a notification, and I take it out to see an Instagram message from Travis.

@trav_theman

I need to see you. Come out the front of the swim complex. Alone.

My brows shoot up at his message.

He’s here?

I don’t think, just stand quickly, my eyes darting around for Jared. He’s back by the poolside, egging on another mate in a race. Travis wants to see me alone though, so with my eyes on Jared, I quickly sneak off, heading to the female toilets where I can exit on the other side without anyone seeing me.

I manage to make it through the front gate of the complex without getting caught, and I quickly search for Travis. Only he’s not there.

An old yellow mustang is parked at the curb, and a larger woman in her late forties or early fifties is propped against the bonnet, sucking on a cigarette like her life depends on it.

Shit.

Bianca Kerr.

I did my research. I know what the woman who was meant to provide my brother with a safe home looks like.

“And here she is. Miss Elodie Porter in the flesh. Travis’ big bad sister.” She laughs to herself, her voice scratchy from the cancer sticks she clearly frequents.

I take a step closer, lifting my chin in confidence, and again she laughs.

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