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next backyard and hit the street again. There’s a park just down the road—maybe I can find a decent place to hide. My feet hurt as my boots slap against the pavement. I hit the park and stop to catch a quick breath. The space is open with only a small swing and slide set. There’s no point hiding in the short tunnel; he’ll find me in a heartbeat.
So where else can I disappear? I look to my right and spot a possibility.
Running down the edge of the park, I aim for the thick hedge that borders the houses backing onto the park. I grit my teeth and scramble into the shrubbery. Sharp branches nick my skin, scratching my bare arms as I push deeper into the bush. I hit the grimy fence behind it and crawl further into hiding. It’s suffocating and painful, but I force my body still as I wait out Derek’s search of the area.
I don’t see him until he’s running straight past me.
Swear words are spewing from his mouth like black curses. He’s going to make me pay for this. I suddenly wonder if I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life. Those pictures won’t just be on his phone. He’ll have them stored somewhere else, and he’ll post them for sure.
But he wants me to do stuff for him, so maybe he won’t post anything until he’s at least tried to blackmail me. And he can’t blackmail me if he can’t find me.
“Shit!” Derek shouts, then swivels around and stalks back the way he came. “Layla!”
I force my body still as he hollers my name. I wait until his calls have softened in the distance before struggling out of the hiding space.
I’m covered in dirt, grime, and scratches. I think there’s a cobweb in my hair. With a soft yelp, I scrub my fingers through my long locks and pray there’s no spider crawling around up there. My body is trembling and my joints ache. A cold shiver whistles up my spine, but I have to keep moving. Too scared to linger, I jog out of the park and head away from my neighborhood in search of somewhere to spend the night.
I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do. All I know is that hiding is my safest bet. If Derek does suddenly decide to post those pictures, they won’t be able to touch me if no one knows where I am.
#10:
Judge Jones
Finn
Lifting the weights with a grunt, I hold them for a second before slowly lowering them back down to my body. Working out has always been the best way to de-stress for me. I love working up a sweat, lifting weights, improving my body so it works in the most proficient way possible. I like feeling strong, like I could take on anything and still come out standing.
The bar clangs into place and I sit up, satisfied with what I’ve achieved. Wiping the sweat off my face with a hand towel, I stand tall and head for the showers.
It’s nice of Coach Watson to give the team access to the gym over break. He told us at least one coach will be at school every day so we can use the facilities and stay fit for the new season. I won’t be playing next season, but I want to stay in shape and Coach Watson is cool with that. I’ll no doubt bump into Colt and some of the other guys during the week. I actually invited him to join me today, but he’s hanging out with Tori this morning and I didn’t feel like an afternoon workout. I never work as hard in the afternoons. I don’t know why. I guess I’m just a morning person.
Flicking on the shower, I soak under the hot spray for a minute before soaping my body down. My mind wanders to the text I got from Mack yesterday. After he landed in Auckland, he paid like a million bucks to catch a taxi straight to Kaija’s school.
All he said after that was that everything went to plan, and then he sent a thumbs-up emoji. Looks like the guy is going to be gone for two weeks, just like he hoped.
Which means I have to check in on Layla.
I let out a sigh and push my head under the water, closing my eyes as the drips run down my face. I blow the droplets out of my mouth and switch
So where else can I disappear? I look to my right and spot a possibility.
Running down the edge of the park, I aim for the thick hedge that borders the houses backing onto the park. I grit my teeth and scramble into the shrubbery. Sharp branches nick my skin, scratching my bare arms as I push deeper into the bush. I hit the grimy fence behind it and crawl further into hiding. It’s suffocating and painful, but I force my body still as I wait out Derek’s search of the area.
I don’t see him until he’s running straight past me.
Swear words are spewing from his mouth like black curses. He’s going to make me pay for this. I suddenly wonder if I’ve just made the biggest mistake of my life. Those pictures won’t just be on his phone. He’ll have them stored somewhere else, and he’ll post them for sure.
But he wants me to do stuff for him, so maybe he won’t post anything until he’s at least tried to blackmail me. And he can’t blackmail me if he can’t find me.
“Shit!” Derek shouts, then swivels around and stalks back the way he came. “Layla!”
I force my body still as he hollers my name. I wait until his calls have softened in the distance before struggling out of the hiding space.
I’m covered in dirt, grime, and scratches. I think there’s a cobweb in my hair. With a soft yelp, I scrub my fingers through my long locks and pray there’s no spider crawling around up there. My body is trembling and my joints ache. A cold shiver whistles up my spine, but I have to keep moving. Too scared to linger, I jog out of the park and head away from my neighborhood in search of somewhere to spend the night.
I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do. All I know is that hiding is my safest bet. If Derek does suddenly decide to post those pictures, they won’t be able to touch me if no one knows where I am.
#10:
Judge Jones
Finn
Lifting the weights with a grunt, I hold them for a second before slowly lowering them back down to my body. Working out has always been the best way to de-stress for me. I love working up a sweat, lifting weights, improving my body so it works in the most proficient way possible. I like feeling strong, like I could take on anything and still come out standing.
The bar clangs into place and I sit up, satisfied with what I’ve achieved. Wiping the sweat off my face with a hand towel, I stand tall and head for the showers.
It’s nice of Coach Watson to give the team access to the gym over break. He told us at least one coach will be at school every day so we can use the facilities and stay fit for the new season. I won’t be playing next season, but I want to stay in shape and Coach Watson is cool with that. I’ll no doubt bump into Colt and some of the other guys during the week. I actually invited him to join me today, but he’s hanging out with Tori this morning and I didn’t feel like an afternoon workout. I never work as hard in the afternoons. I don’t know why. I guess I’m just a morning person.
Flicking on the shower, I soak under the hot spray for a minute before soaping my body down. My mind wanders to the text I got from Mack yesterday. After he landed in Auckland, he paid like a million bucks to catch a taxi straight to Kaija’s school.
All he said after that was that everything went to plan, and then he sent a thumbs-up emoji. Looks like the guy is going to be gone for two weeks, just like he hoped.
Which means I have to check in on Layla.
I let out a sigh and push my head under the water, closing my eyes as the drips run down my face. I blow the droplets out of my mouth and switch
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