𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒
Haverhill was meant to be a fresh start for me. What I didn't anticipate was attracting the attention of Carter Knight and his friends, the wealthy, enigmatic boys who seem to own the entire town. After my parents' death, I t...
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Elle
My head was spinning as I fought to clear my blurry vision. After a few seconds, I finally managed to fully open my eyes, and immediately, my heart started thumping painfully in my chest. The bedroom was unfamiliar, the dark shadows stretching across the walls, making everything feel distant and foreign. The curtains were drawn tight, shielding me from the outside world.
I glanced at my Apple Watch and froze. 3 AM.
The clock's numbers seemed to blur as I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my knees caught my attention. I winced, looking down at my legs. Bandages covered the raw skin, reminders of the pain from last night, the fall, the terror, the masked man. The memories came flooding back like an unstoppable wave, and I could feel my stomach twist with fear.
But what really struck me was that I was only wearing a large T-shirt, its fabric loose and unfamiliar on my body. My eyes quickly darted around the room, trying to piece together where I was.
I tried calling Carter, my throat aching with each shallow breath I took. My voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and strained, but there was no answer. Panic began to bubble under the surface.
Where was he? Where was I?
Pushing aside the blanket with unsteady hands, I slowly got to my feet, only to stumble slightly. The room spun for a moment before I found my balance. I could feel the tension in my muscles, the cold sweat sticking to my skin. Everything felt off.
I carefully made my way toward the door. For a split second, I thought I might be in Carter's mansion. His home was grand, luxurious, and everything about it screamed wealth. But as I stepped into the dimly lit corridor, I quickly realized this wasn't his place. The decor was different, softer, cozier. Nothing like the clean, minimalist style of Carter's mansion. The walls were adorned with framed photographs, some of people I didn't recognize, and the floor was covered in a plush carpet I hadn't seen before.
I paused for a moment, my mind racing. Where was I?
I took a deep breath and continued walking down the hallway, my footsteps soft on the carpet. The house was quiet, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was intruding on something. Something wasn't right.
As I turned the corner, I saw a faint light coming from a room ahead. It was slightly ajar. My heart thudded harder in my chest as I crept closer, unsure of what I might find.
"We have to fucking do it asap. This motherfucker must die, he could really have hurt her,"
I recognized Carter's voice coming from a room down the hall. With slow, careful steps, I tiptoed toward the door that was slightly ajar.
"I called Jason already. He'll handle it. I have to go. Good night." His voice was low, but the words still carried through the quiet hallway.
When my feet finally reached the door, I hesitated for a moment before peeking around the corner. I saw Carter pacing the room, his phone still pressed to his ear. He rubbed his forehead with one hand, his expression serious, before he finally hung up. He let out a deep breath and closed his eyes for a few seconds, as though trying to shake off the tension in the air. I stood there, transfixed, watching him.
