"Hurry up Dakota!" Peyton banged his fists on my bedroom door. I quickly glanced up then back down at my bag again. I shoved my clothes in the bad and zipped it up. I slipped the step on my shoulder and ran to my door. Peyton was sweating from nervousness. "C'mon." Peyton's sweaty hands grasped mine and directed us to the front door. I ended up running into his muscular back. He stopped running. "Where do you think you're going?" That abusive voice croaked. I flinched. Before I knew it I had tears streaming down my face, and a knife to my neck. ---------- This book is out of what I normally write so this is going to be interesting! I hope you all enjoy this story.