Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

77 | Sunrise Tomorrow

Thank you @buzbid_ (jurxavimiltin_) for the beautiful poster of the jake house.  And thank you for DM'ing it to me on @natalieinacorner on IG! That's the only way I can see them :) 

Chapter 77: Sunrise Tomorrow

James Bond in reverse saved me.

Actually, numbers saved me.

They always do.

7001.

In the nick of time, the metal lock unclamped and fell apart in my hands as I rustled the wooden shed door open and slipped in just before the she-wolf reached me.

I slammed the doors shut, feeling her body slam against it.

I pressed both my hands and the full weight of my body against the door as she barged against it, trying to open it again.

"Please," I whispered, keeping every inch of strength against the door.

Bang.

I stared up and around, looking for the lock on this side.

The whole door rattled against my back.

Please let there be another lock.

I looked around wildly, chest heaving. The shed was dark and smelled like rust and earth. Tools hung from nails, shadows twisting into shapes that didn't help me think straight.

Where's the damn lock?

I scanned the doorframe. There, just above eye level, a sliding bolt. Old, but solid.

I reached up, stretching one arm while still pressing my weight against the door with the other. My fingers brushed it once, slipped, then grabbed hold.

She slammed the door again, harder this time.

I shoved the bolt into place. It scraped, stiff and reluctant, but it held.

Click.

The banging stopped.

Silence.

I didn't breathe. I didn't move.

For a few awful seconds, all I could hear was my own pulse thudding in my ears.

Then, footsteps.

Slow. Retreating.

I slid down to the floor, still clutching the phone in my shaking hand.

"Ma'am?" the dispatcher's voice came through, tiny but alive, "Are you safe?"

"I would not have called you if I was," I whispered, "But my friends..."

I left them back there.

I let the phone slide out of my hand and fall onto my lap as I rocked my head back and felt the tears slip from my eyes.

I left my friends.

**

I'm scared.

I'm hiding like a coward, and I'm scared.

Was this my fault?

All because I fell in love with a boy?

A boy who everyone else seems to love too.

A boy whose gaze just melts people. Mostly innocent. Some entitled. But one very deranged psycho fell into his path and won't let him go.

Will Luke be haunted by this deranged creature for the rest of his life?