Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

71 | Peak At 27

Chapter 71: Peak at 27

"Millie."

Luke's deep, strong voice sounded different the second I picked up.

It was almost... fearful.

Coming from a boy I only ever knew as fearless.

"Yes?" I replied shakily, knowing immediately this had all gone wrong.

"Listen to me carefully," he ordered me, "You're going to have to leave the house. It's not safe. The blackmailer is planning something," Luke told me, "The tracker was fake. They planted it on Jake and took me all the way to New York City. I think they did it to get me out of town so they can get to you."

Oh my...

My hand started to tremble.

I'm dead.

I'm actually dead.

I looked around me, terrified that Scream was going to jump out of the darkness and attack me with a dagger.

The same dagger that had killed Winnifred.

The blackmailer could have been lurking in the house this whole time, waiting for a moment to strike.

"What do I do, Luke?" I almost cried into the phone, "What do I DO?"

I do not operate well under stress. I panic. I melt.

"Don't panic."

"IT'S A BIT LATE FOR THAT!"

"Millie, don't panic," Luke repeated, "Pack what you need, take your car keys and make your way out of the house. I'm with you, ok? I'm right here, on the phone with you."

My backpack was already on.

I'm second guessing the decision to leave the waffle maker.

"Are you sure I should leave?" I asked, venturing out towards the staircase again, "I've got boobie traps around the house."

I tripped over one of those boobie traps myself and clung onto the banisters to stop myself from falling.

"I'm sure," Luke said, "They've broken into your house too many times. You're alone there, with no one to help you. The house is not safe."

"Ok, ok, ok, ok," I said, "Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok. Backpack, car keys, out the house. Backpack, car keys, no coffee, out the house."

My head was melting into a million scenarios. I had to keep repeating the instructions or else I would forget.

"When you go to your car," Luke said, "Before you get in, check the backseats to make sure there's no one there."

"In my car?" I exclaimed, "The blackmailer could be hiding in my car?"

"We can't take any risks."

He's good at this.

Maybe I wouldn't make it to my car. Maybe the blackmailer was here in this house. Suddenly, nothing here felt safe anymore. The very home I grew up in could be housing this monster.

I sprinted as fast as I could across the living room, praying no one was jumping out of the curtains or from under the table.

Praying that Luke had called me in time before they came.

I jiggled the door knob frantically to get out of my cursed house and yanked the door open, falling out into the front lawn, breathing in the air.

Is this how I go down in the world?