Little Shop of Whores: Act II
Braxton University is located in a small, eery town that earned the name "Deathtown" because every year a freshman in college dies in their spring semester. Imani, Deasha, Eugenie, and Phoebe are wrapped up in danger when the anonymous figure "THEM" is out to expose their secrets and see their end.
This is a new game with new players. Now that their closest peers are trapped in this situation the stakes are higher. Will they find out who is behind this?
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I felt like bile was rising in my throat and at any given second I could have thrown up.
When Cameron walked around to my side, Imani barked at me, "Try the car again!"
I did as she asked, my breathing erratic. "I'm trying, I'm trying!" I screamed in panic. I pressed the pedal with all the strength I had and we moved at best an inch.
I was seconds away from vomiting. I kept on pressing the gas, but nothing really happened. I went nowhere.
Cameron was calm when he banged on my window. I let out a strangled scream.
"Open the door, Briana." He demanded of me, but it was gentle. He was always gentle before he was cruel. "Open the door so we can finally talk. Isn't this what you wanted?"
I started banging on the steering wheel. "Come on!" I shouted, tears threatening to fall. "Go!"
"Open the door, Briana." This time was more stern and serious.
Imani was talking to someone on the phone, voice cracking like she was about to start crying. "Please." was all I could make out from her conversation.
He banged both of his hands on the window, spit flying out of his mouth. Cameron enraged at this point. "OPEN THE DOOR!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
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This story was inspired from the tv and book series "Pretty Little Liars."
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