Chapter Eight

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I ran over to the figure on the side of the road.

"Emory! What happened!" I exclaimed

"Heh, I got beat up by some douchebags on the side of the road."

Emory had been kicked out 3 years ago, at 17. She's been living on the streets, but would sometimes come and stay at one of our houses. She hasn't been able to save up enough money for an apartment because her job doesn't give her enough money.

"We-" I gestured to Max, then myself "- just left his house to see if Dylan was okay with us moving in."

"What happened?" Emory asked.

I filled her in on everything that had happened, including what had happened at the camp.

"Are we gonna try to save Wes and maybe get a bit of revenge?" Emory questioned.

"That sounds great!" Max cackled.

"Nyehehehehe" I laughed deviously, "I can't wait."

Emory stood up, "Lets all go to Dylan's together. Maybe he'll have a way for us to stay."

As we all strolled over to Dylan's house, we chatted about anything and everything. It was enjoyable.

When we finally arrived, we heard noises coming from the bedroom window, then it got eerily quiet. We all hid in the bushes as the window opened and Dylan's father's head poked out. He looked around before closing the window, and the screaming and shouting continued.

We all looked at each other, our faces bleached white.

"A-Alex, do you think everything's alright?" Max stuttered.

"I'm not sure Max..." I whispered back.

The screaming and shouting suddenly stopped. We waited about 10 minutes to go and see what happened. I scaled up the wall two floors to Dylan's window, and looked in.

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