𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 ᵗᵐʳ ᵃᵘ

Chapter 34: Where is she?

Okay so I may have overestimated how many books I could read during this holiday thing because I got distracted and finished three of the 10 books. Damn Minho.

We were currently waiting at the gate for out flight back to the U.S. Did I feel weak? Yes. Did I do something about it? No. No I did not.

"Love, did you eat the food I gave you?" Minho asked.

"Yes." I lied.

"You sure?" He asked again.

"Yes."

"Are you lying?" He asked.

"Yes," I mumbled and he put an arm around my shoulder and then rested his head on the other. Soon we were called to board the airplane and sat down. Hopefully I can get sleep. I'm tired as hell and I don't know why.

I was just reading my book while blasting Gracie Abrams and Taylor Swift through my headphones when someone tapped me on the shoulder. Minho. I take my head phones off and look at him. He leaned in close to my ear, his breath hitting my neck sending goosebumps down my arms and legs.

"Whatever you're reading I'll do to you when we get home." He whispered.

"I'm reading a scene where someone's getting murdered."

"You know what I mean. I know that that's not a book a ten year old can read," He whispered. "And I know for a fact I'm netter than those book men."

"Hmmm, you still have that ego, huh?"

"That's just me."

"Sadly," I sighed, followed by a light hearted laugh.

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"Ugh, Minho. How much longer?" I whined, shutting my book.

"We're landing in ten minutes, Anika," Thomas said from behind us.

"That's too long," I whined again.

"Not really."

"Yes, really." I snapped.

"I don' think you got enough sleep," Thomas said.

"Neither do I."

After 20 minutes we were finally out of the airplane and now collecting our bags and going home. Well not home yet. We got out bags but we all have to use the bathroom and everything. There's no one else in the bathroom than me and when I was washing my hands in the sink I saw a person appear behind me.

I can't see their face. They're dressed in all black and just staring at me through the mirror. Their face is covered in a mask. Well, was. They took their mask off and-

Oh no.

"Hello, Anika." His voice cut through the silence like a knife. How? This isn't possible. He looked so... different. His hair was brown for one and he gave off this weird vibe. But jot food weird. Bad weird.

"Grayson?" My voice cracked.

"How've you been?" He asked, stepping closer to me.

"Fine. I- I need to go." But his hand clasped around my wrist before I could leave.

"Leaving so soon? I thought you might want to catch up."