Framed [COMPLETED]

Chapter 18

My eyes flutter open. Its official, I'm dead. There's nothing but darkness. I hear the humming of a car engine. I'm in a car?

The darkness devours me in fear and my breathing quickens. My hands feel around. I'm in a trunk. The only pain I have is my headache. Why am I not dead yet? The car slams on its breaks and I roll to a side of the trunk. Something hits me as well. Please don't tell me it's Jake's body. Oh please no!

I feel what it is. It's a bag, a big one. It's a body bag but empty! I let out a sigh and bang around.

Okay breathe. I kick the sides for the tail-light. Something slides into my side. I yell in pain.

It's a box. Maybe a foot long and a foot high. It's like the box dad keeps in his squad car! I'm in Jake's squad car! I feel around for something useful.

Where's the button that pops the trunk?

The car breaks again and I fly to the seat side of the trunk. I hear the engine start to cool down and two doors slamming. The trunk door opens.

SM, Caleb, and Tyrone drag me out of the trunk. I look around. We're by the river bank in Isabelle's town, Dead Mercy's side of town. It has to be nine pm. Jake's squad car lights whirl around.

"What are you going to do?" I ask.

Nobody answers me. Caleb grips my arm. I scream on the top of my lungs. SM covers his ears, Tyrone stands there not knowing what's going on, and Caleb's hand shoots over my mouth. I try to fight Caleb off but nothing helps. He's stronger than he looks. I bite his hand and he lets go. My foot makes contact with his stomach and he doubles over. Eh, maybe he has some weakness.

Tyrone charges after me. I pretend to go left but turn right last minute, catching him off guard. Isabelle's house would not be safe or Caleb's or Charlotte. I hear a bullet spring to life behind me. I turn on Fletcher Street. Meg's house comes to mind. I glance behind me. Tyrone is slow, no wonder he shot at me.

Meg's Victorian home comes into view. I need to throw Tyrone off again. I run to a corn field as another bullet shoots into the air.

I hear the corn crunching behind me, good. I zigzag out of the cornfield and up to Meg's side door. I break the window and step inside. I enter into a kitchen and look down the barrel of a shotgun. The girl lowers the gun and smiles.

"Olivia!" She hugs me. Meg's familiar smell of cinnamon soothes me. I didn't even realize I had tears streaming down my face until her southern accent calms me down and wipes my cheeks.

"We need to hide. They're coming! Caleb, SM, Tyrone! Jake's dead!"

"Shhh. It's okay. Come on! You can stay in my room."

"No! He's after me! Meg, they're coming!"

"Shh!" She helps me up to her room. "Be quiet. You need to calm down."

I nod and collapse on her bed.

"Turn off your lights. SM is coming for me." She turns off the lights and huddles close to me on her bed with the shotgun.

"I'll call your dad." I give her dad's number and I tell them what happened. Dad said he called the police and to stay put.

"But he's out there. Dad please! Please stay on the phone!" He comforts me, but eventually hangs up.

Sirens roar closer and closer, but not soon enough. Tyrone flips the light on and points the gun at us, not knowing who to shoot. But before I know it I cover my ears to Meg's command before she shoots the shotgun. Tyrone falls to the ground.

"Olivia, go to my closet and get two scarves." I nod and throw her the scarves. She ties the scarves around Tyrone's ankles and wrists just as the police storm into the house. "Don't worry, my parents are on vacation."

Three officers burst into the room and point their guns at us.

"The girls and suspect three are here. Might want some scissors and call an ambulance." The female officer yells. "Are you two okay?"

"Olivia's bleeding on the side of her head. But I'm fine. He has a bullet wound from my handy shotgun."

"Okay. The ambulance is coming, stay in this room until the whole house is cleared, precaution. And good knots." The woman takes out a knife and cuts the scarves.

"Thanks. My step-dad owns a boat."

I sit on the bed as the past five hours soak in.  Meg presses a towel against my temple, telling me everything is okay.

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