Cry Wolf

Chapter Five - The Demented

The Demented

Okay, this was a bad idea.

Pausing at the tree line I glance around the quarry with nervous jitters. There isn't a soul in sight. The place is deserted. It's eerie and dark, the leaves rustling in the soft breeze.

Yup, I've been played.

Disappointment laces through me. The sharpness of it takes my breath away. I was really looking forward to this.

Tears prick my eyes. Serves me right.

Sniffling, I walk back into the woods, following the twisting trail through the brush and trying my best not to stumble over stumps and rocks.

My vision is blurry...because I'm crying. Like a big baby.

Stopping, I wipe at my eyes with my sleeve. Stupid. I'm so stupid.

A loud shrieking has my head snapping upward.

What the hell?

It happens again, the high pitched wail echoing through the woods. Fear claws up my spine as I spin around, trying to pinpoint which direction the awful sound is coming from.

Leave. Now.

For once I agree.

I turn and start to run, only to slam into an arm as someone emerges out of the woods and grabs me. I jump with a screech, cowering under my arms.

"Where you going?" a familiar voice asks with a chuckle.

Noah?

I still, gulping in a deep breath of relief. "You scared the hell out of me." I glare up at him, only to feel the blood drain from my face. His usually kind hazel eyes are narrow and threatening, his face twisted with a cruel sneer to his lips.

This isn't the charming Noah from school. This person...he looks deranged.

Evil.

I pull back from his grip. "Let me go."

His hold on me tightens. "Now why would I want to do that?" His voice is cold and devoid of emotion.

I stare up at him in confusion. "What's wrong with you?"

Someone else emerges from the trees. A light beams into my eyes and I squint against the glare.

"Aww, are you crying?" a cold female voice sneers.

That voice. "Sarah?"

Sarah laughs, holding the flashlight up under her chin. "Boo!"

Noah rolls his eyes. "Grow up, babe."

Sarah pouts. "I'm just having fun." She kisses his cheek before turning back to me. "God, you are crying. What a big baby."

Sucking in a deep breath I wipe at my eyes. I don't understand what's happening.

"I can't believe you really showed up," Sarah remarks coldly. Tapping the flashlight against her shoulder she asks, "Did you seriously think we would want to hang out with you?"

What? Was this a prank?

"I d-don't know..." I stammer, my voice trembling.

She gives me a look of disbelief. "Liar. I bet you were all excited for your date."

I bow my head in shame. I can't deny it.

Shaking her head, she laughs. "Pathetic. Tell me, did you wear your bikini?" she asks, her voice turning sickeningly sweet.