11. Epilogue
Carrying her unconscious, limp body in my arms towards the car, I can’t help but feel this pull in my heart. I almost fucking lost her; almost too late to save her. I still have so many questions swirling around in my head. After this, she won’t be getting out of my sight and I’m sure the guys will feel the same.
We are going to need to figure out how she ended up here in the first place. Her parents think someone set this up but we don’t know why. Placing her into the passenger seat of my 85’ cutlass supreme 442, I walk around and climb in. Starting her up and pulling out of the gates, we make our way home.
Connecting my cell to the Bluetooth, I press the conference call.
“I got her. We’re headed back now.” I rush out after everyone joins the line.
“Any trouble?” The deep voice comes through the speaker.
“Yeah, she got hurt. I was almost too late.” I reply, waiting to hear what type of trouble I’m in for.
“Is she alive?” The soft feminine voice asks.
“Yes.” I respond.
“Good, make it back safe. And Truce?” The man says with pain in his voice.
“Yeah?” I say, waiting to hear the next words.
“This stays between us. Not even your friends can know why this happened.”
The call ends and I can’t help but feel the unease seep into my bones knowing that when the truth comes out, this will destroy us all. I pull into the gas station and look over at her; seeing her chest rise and fall letting me know she is still alive. I run inside, grab some snacks, pay for gas and head back out. I sit everything in the car through the window and begin pumping the gas. Pulling my phone out, I text the guys.
Me: Headed home.
Zain: Is she with you?
Me: Yes.
Fuck, I wish I could tell them about everything.
Kreed: Everything good?
Me: Yeah, just tired.
I hate fucking lying to them.
Zain: She fight you?
Me: Nope. I gave her a sedative.
Kreed: Better hope she doesn't wake up on the way.
Shit, I just hope she wakes up.
Me: Naw, I gave her a good dose.
Zain: See you soon.
Kreed: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
Me: There’s nothing you wouldn’t do.
Me: See you soon.
Getting back in the car, I pull out and head towards the freeway. I reach into the bag, pulling out an energy drink and cracking it open before taking a gulp. Taking another glance at Z, I bet she’s cold, reaching into the backseat to grab a blanket,
“What the fuck!” I shout.
Looking in the mirror, I lock on familiar eyes.
“I’ve got her from here.” Their sinister smile is the only indication I get before I feel a prick in my hand.
Z is the last thing I see before I’m plunged into darkness.