House Of Wax : Nick Jones FF ✅

Nineteen. 19

Lilian's worry began to surge as the minutes stretched on, the sun disappearing from the horizon. Her honks echoed in the quiet, met only with silence. "How long does it take to fetch a fan belt?" she muttered, stepping out of the truck with the door ajar. As she surveyed the scene, her mind raced through the pieces of the puzzle: a remote town, a broken truck, and the absence of Wade and Carly. It was all too deliberate to be mere chance.

Just as she reached for her cell phone to dial Dalton's number, the creak of the front door interrupted her. Lilian quickly masked her unease with a facade of composure as Bo emerged alone. Their eyes met briefly as he approached, but Lilian's instincts screamed at her to act. "Where are Wade and Carly?" she asked, her voice tinged with urgency.

Bo's gaze wandered as if searching for an explanation. In the past, Lilian might have trusted him, but not now. "Wade's still sorting out the fan belt," he replied vaguely. "The red head still in the toilet, I guess." But Lilian's senses were on high alert; something didn't add up. She slipped into the truck, hastily locking the doors as Bo approached. With trembling hands, she dialed Nick's number this time, her focus divided between the phone and the looming figure outside.

"What are you doing?" Bo's voice cut through her frantic attempts. Lilian struggled to maintain her composure, her nerves getting the better of her causing her finger to fumble with numbers and finding Nick's account. "I-I need to wait for Wade and Carly," she stammered, her eyes darting between Bo and her phone, desperately trying to keep him at bay. "J-Just to be safe."

Lilian shoots a concerned look to the front door -- still no Wade or Carly. "Come on, let me in. It's freezing out here," Bo urged his tone feigned concern. But Lilian remained resolute, her mind fixated on one question: "Why did you lie about the Sinclair house burning down?" Before Bo could respond, Carly's piercing screams shattered the tense silence. Lilian's blood ran cold as a sinister grin spread across Bo's face.

"I suppose I did mention that, didn't I?" With a sudden jolt, Bo shattered the window and seized Lilian by the hair, sending her phone flying as she fought back with all her strength.

Lilian's hair breaks free from Bo's grip in a sudden twist of defiance. With a determined lurch, she reaches for the gear lever, plunging it into reverse. Her foot slams on the gas pedal, and the truck's tire churns up dirt and gravel, a chaotic whirlwind in its wake. As the vehicle careens backward, Bo hangs on desperately, but Lilian's swift maneuvering sends him hurtling away from her, propelled by centrifugal force. He tumbles across the driveway, coming to a jolting halt.

Regaining her composure, Lilian straightens up in her seat, recalling Nick's coaching on navigating a manual transmission. With practiced ease, she steers the truck in the opposite direction, only to encounter a new obstacle as it snags on rocks lining the driveway, leaving a tire suspended in the air.

Glancing at the side mirror, Lilian sees Bo lying motionless, a testament to the chaos that has unfolded. Determination flares within her as she revs the engine, the tire screeching in protest against the unforgiving terrain. Yet despite her efforts, traction eludes her, and she realizes she's going nowhere fast.

A quick check reveals Bo slowly regaining his footing. With no time to spare, "F-Fu-Fuck!" Lilian leaps out of the truck, her heart racing. But just as she takes a few steps, a crucial realization hits her: the forgotten phone lies abandoned on the passenger side floorboard.

Despite Bo's struggle to rise, Lilian hesitates only briefly before making a split-second decision. There's no time to retrieve the phone now; every second counts. With determination etched on her face, she breaks into a sprint, leaving the truck behind as she races toward an uncertain future.

As Lilian races down the opposite side of the house, desperate to create some distance, her eyes catch the glimmer of lights emanating from a neighboring house they had passed on their ascent. "Is anyone there? Please, help!" Her heart pounding, she veers straight for the back of the house, cutting across a sprawling, lifeless lawn.

Glancing over her shoulder, she momentarily catches her breath, relieved to see no sign of Bo. "Please! Nick, Dalton!!!" With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she bolts through the backyard towards the rear entrance. Testing the door, it unexpectedly swings open.

She barges inside, slamming the door shut and hastily locking it behind her. Leaning against the wall for support, she peers through a small window in the door, only to find the trees outside swaying gently in the breeze. Where could he have disappeared to?

The sound of a television playing catches her attention, resembling the news. She turns around, her voice trembling as she calls out, "Is anyone here? Please, help me." Panic rising, she begins to hyperventilate, her mind spiraling into a whirlwind of worst-case scenarios. "N-Nick?" Her plea echoes through the empty house, though she knows her boyfriend isn't anywhere close yet.

Forcing herself to press on, Lilian navigates down a hallway toward the source of the noise. Passing through an empty kitchen, she enters a family room, where an old-fashioned cordless phone sits on a coffee table. Grabbing it in desperation, she discovers it's dead and tosses it aside before rushing to turn off the lights, her trembling hand flicking the switch. Darting to the front window, she scans the darkness outside, her wide eyes filled with fear, searching for any sign of movement. Nothing.

Moving to another window, she surveys the surrounding bushes and trees, her nerves on edge. "Where are you?" she murmurs, her dread of Bo's presence looming larger than the fear of being pursued. With shaky hands, she switches off the kitchen light and moves to another window above the sink, her anxiety palpable. Yet again, she finds nothing but eerie night shadows dancing in the darkness.

Her mind racing, Lilian spots a key hook by the door, loaded with dangling keys. With a surge of determination, she rips the entire thing off the wall, ready to take control of her situation.