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'𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝'
THE GROUP HAD VENTURED BACK to Mike's house as the rain started pouring down harder.The water pellets drenched their clothes, growing heavier with each passing second spent outside. The young girl that they had found sat on the back of Carrie's bike.
Her hands rested on Carrie's shoulders, but they were barely touching her. The girl with the buzzed haircut was unsure if she could trust the group after everything that had happened to her. The only reason she was touching the redhead's shoulders was because she didn't want to fall off the bike.
The young children snuck into Michael Wheeler's basement, their wet clothes dripping on the floor which marked their late night rendezvous. No one had spoken a word on the way back, save for a few whispers between the boys.
The girl looked around the room when they had entered through the basement door. The area was unfamiliar to her, and so she was cautious. Carrie, seeing how scared the girl was of the basement, walked her over towards the couch.
The brown-eyed girl carefully followed Carrie over towards the furniture. She sat down in the middle of the couch with wide eyes as the boys stared down at her. Carrie, on the other hand, sat on the coffee table in front of the girl.
The boys were staring expectantly at the girl. There were so many questions that were floating throughout their heads. The questions were gradually increasing, creating a pressure inside them that was wanting to explode.
There was a booming thunder that racked the house, causing the young girl to tremble. The Holland girl furrowed her eyebrows at how she had reacted to the thunder, but she just assumed that it was because she was scared of storms. Everyone had fears.
"Is there a number we can call for your parents?" asked Mike, not realizing the girl's increased breathing rate. She was staring down at the floor with wide eyes.
