Chapter Seventeen

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*Perry's Point Of View*

Soon enough dinner rolled around the corner. This would be my first dinner with the team. So it made me a little nervous. I combed my hair to the side. Then I took my pills. "I'm already Hope." I turned around and gave her a smile.

"Good," Hope walked over and tiled my head back. Her eyes looked at my cheek. And I could see a bit of fire in her normally calm blue eyes. "Let's get going. I don't want Amy to bite our heads off."

I gave her a confused look. "Why would Amy be the one to bite off our heads? I thought Christie would be that person."

She chuckled, opening the door. "Amy usually like to have everyone in one area. And if people are missing, she goes into freak out mode. Then once she finds them, she slowly kills them." Hope explained. We walked out and quickly met the others.

Ashlyn, Becky and Tobin walked over to me. "Hey guys! Need anything?" I asked, tilting my head.

"We do actually." Ashlyn gave me a smirk. One I knew that would lead to trouble. "We need you. Which means you're going to sit with us." She gave my back a hard pat.

"OK!" I replied.

*After Dinner*

With full stomachs and happy faces we exited the restaurant. I was walking next to Alex, having a pleasant conversation. "I've actually never played soccer before." I chuckled as she gasped. "But after the way you guys play, I definitely want to now."

"I'm glad you like being at out game. Hope was really looking to impress you. Same with Kling, mainly for laughs." Alex took out her phone and waved it in my face. "Selfie? Everyone on the team already promised Hope not to post any pictures. Yet."

I shrugged, stopping with her. "Why not. My face is looking pleasant enough today." I let out a laugh, making Alex laugh too. She and I did a few faces before we felt like enough were taken.

Alex gave me a quick squeeze before jogging off to Sydney. I sighed, then I quickly realized something didn't feel right. My breathing quickened as I walked. The stench of cigars clogged my nose.

"Don't say a word." Someone placed a gloved hand over my mouth. And they drew me back into a dark corner. "You'll make this easy, won't ya?"

It was Jerramy. I freaked and bit his hand. He pulled away angrily muttering swear words. I took off. I had no idea where my legs were taking me. All I knew was that I was running.

Author's Note: I promise next chapter will be much longer! Don't forget to: comment your thoughts and slap that vote star!

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