Page 22 of Last Summer
Luckily, it misses my head and instead buries itself in the tree bark besides me. “RUN!” I shout at Danica, then, looking down at Abby with a tad bit of guilt, I mouth, “Sorry.”
She sobs, her bloody hands clasped around her mouth trying to hold back the urge to scream. “Please don’t leave me.” she begs as a trail of crimson runs down her arm. “Please.”
Danica shakes her head, frozen in terror. I snap my fingers. We gotta move. “Danica.” I try to reach her again. “Run.”
Another shard shoots past us, flying straight into Abby’s thigh, slicing through a vein. Blood begins to pour out of her into the dirt below. She’ll bleed out quicker now.Good.
“DANICA!” I shout, startling her. She hesitates for a couple of seconds before she takes off with me following behind her.
“Don’t leave me!” Abby’s screams from behind us. Danica sobs, stopping mid-run, but my hand connects with her back and I push her forward.
“Run!” I demand.
When another shard slices the air between us, I hear it land with a wet crunch. I look over my shoulder., only to see the last piece of glass has slammed into Abby’s mouth, bursting through the back of her skull.
“Abby! No!” Danica whimpers, falling to her knees as her friend's body goes slack.
The woods fall silent again as I walk towards Danica. My body is on autopilot as I kneel beside her, hands soaked red as we look at the gruesome display before us.
And then a phone buzzes in my pocket—one of the satellite phones provided for us to use when recording. Pulling it free from my pocket, I look down.
UNKNOWN SENDER: Don’t worry, ladies always go first.
Then another buzz. Another message
UNKNOWN SENDER: Wanna play a game?
Chapter eleven
TERRIFIER
DANICA
SundayLateNight
The sobs that wrack through my body shake my bones. I collapse to the ground, dust flying up around me as I fall. The fire has long since died, now only a few glowing embers are left inside the fire pit in front of me. The only light comes from the moon high overhead, leaving distorted shadows dancing across the ground beneath my shaking body.
Abby is dead.
I just watched my best friend die.
And that was definitely not a fucking accident.
My hands fly to my mouth as I try to hold in another strangled sob. Someone is out here. Someone who wants us dead.But why us? And who’s doing this?
“What the fuck?” Chris screams behind me as he angrily paces along the dirt ground behind me.
I can’t answer him. I can barely breathe. My chest constricts tightly as I start to hyperventilate.
“This isn’t a fucking joke anymore. I’m calling the damn cops,” Chris growls as he begins to stalk off into the night.
I want to tell him to stay, beg him not to leave me alone, but I can’t manage to get the words out. The world shifts and spins beneath me. I think I’m going to be sick.
I hear sticks snapping, feet pounding, the sound of a car door. But it all sounds far away. I’m lost in my own grief.
“What the hell is going on here?!” I hear Chris scream.
A hand slides into my hair. Thick fingers dig into my locks, nails scraping my scalp. He pulls hard, causing my head to jerk back. I pull in a sharp breath as pain radiates through my head from him pulling on my hair. The cold night air bites at the damp trails of tears running down my cheeks.
