Wickendale

Chapter 4

--Kat's POV--

Harry grabs my hand and drags me to a car.

The key is in the ignition.

He checks in back and the car is clear, so we try to start it.

The engine roars to life.

The gas needle is at the top, and we speed away from the nuthouse.

"NON!" I yell. "We forgot Non!"

"She was willing to die for us, Kat," Harry says calmly.

"She's my friend! We have to go back!" Tears threaten to spill down my cheeks. "Please, Harry."

"We don't even know if she's still alive! And we don't want to get caught."

"Harry! Please!"

"I'm sorry, no."

"HARRY!" I scream, pleading. Tears roll down my cheeks.

"Do you want to get caught?" He yells.

"No, but-"

"Then we can't go back. I want to go back too, but that would risk our lives."

I sob into my forearms.

"I promised her I'd break us out of there, and she promised she'd get me to civilization before she worried about herself. She was like my grandma!"

"I'm sorry," Harry whispers.

Now leaving Wickendale, a sign says.

"Do you have your phone?" I squeak.

"MY PHONE!" He screams, smiling.

"Go under contacts and call 'Simon'."

"Okay," I say. He hands me his phone and I call. One bar of service.

"Hello?"

"Is this Simon?" I ask.

"Yeah. Who's this, and how'd you get Harry's phone?"

"I'm Kat. Katrina Anerheth?"

"Oh, um, okay?"

"We broke out."

"You did?"

"Yeah. We're just entering Transylvania."

"Paul and I are on our way. Can I talk to Harry?"

"Sure. Just a sec."

I hand the phone to Harry.

"Sí? Thank god. No. Yes. Maybe. Stop!" He laughs. "What?! Are you serious? Ugh. What about Kat? Okay, good. About thirty minutes? Meet us by the motel. Thanks. Love you like an uncle. Bye."

"What did he say?" I ask.

"They're picking us up at the motel in half an hour. They've got police and everything. They have proof I didn't murder my bandmates, and they have been trying to find you for six months. You're innocent."

I squeal, cheer, cry, laugh, and groan at the same time.

I'm not crazy.

I knew it.

We stop at the motel, and a few minutes later, eight cop cars and a Range Rover pull in.

Simon fricking Cowell steps out on the driver side.

Another guy comes out of the passenger side.

"Simon!" Harry exclaims. He hugs him, and pulls the other guy towards them. "Pauly Petunia!"