Sharp
• Caught •

I sat on my bed, ready to text Tiffany where he was located. The only problem was that I couldn’t. I couldn’t get myself to press send. It was all typed out in my phone and I couldn’t let move a finger.

Tiffany’s compulsion over me didn’t cover this part. This part, I could make my own decision. This wasn’t about making friends with the Huntington sisters or for Tony’s safety. This was purely for my safety and if I lagged until midnight, my safety would be jeopardized. Tony would be able to choose for himself. His long life ahead of him didn’t need to be full of hate and be-wed of one of the sisters. He could live happily else where. My life seemed miserable without him either way. Might as well make it worth something and give Tony a chance.

Deep down, I also felt like Tony wouldn’t run away if he was given the chance. He would try and find me to make sure I was saved. Which I’m sure would make me love him more than I should. Unfortunately that would put us both in danger and that’s more harm than good.

Both arguments were battling in my head and I just wanted to pick a direction and head forward.

My phone started ringing. The time on my phone said 10 o’clock. I hadn’t realized I was saturated in my thoughts for that long, trying to decide. My decision had to be chosen now since Tiffany was the one calling me.

Me: Hello?

Tiffany: What is going on? You were suppose to get Tony out of hiding and tell me where he is? Is he at your house with you? If you weren’t aware, you have less than 2 hours to help us figure out where he is.

I couldn’t speak. I still didn’t know which decision I wanted to take. Even being on the spotlight, it didn’t force me to choose one over the other.

Until I opened my mouth.

Me: I’ve been trying to contact him and he won’t respond. I fear he knows what you guys are trying to do and he doesn’t care.

I forced myself to cry over the phone. Making what I said feel so real. As if what I said was true. I would be heart broken if he didn’t save me. If he knew I was in danger and didn’t save me. Refused to contact me for the benefit of his own. Yet, that was the path I was taking.

Tiffany: Well, I suppose waiting until midnight won’t do us any good.

The end of the phone call, abrupt as the last time.

My decision was made and I almost wanted to back out. They were probably on their way to get me right now. I needed to make sure if I could do anything to prepare myself, now was the time.

I scavenged around my room for small items that would be sought as useful. I wasn’t sure what they had in store for me, but I needed to be prepared for anything.

I grabbed a few Bobby pins and threw them in my hair. If I was in a jail cell like area or locked somewhere, I could try and lock pick myself out. I secured them deep into my hair to make sure they wouldn’t fall out. I also had room in my bra and could easily hide plenty of small things there too. The more was not the merrier so I needed to plan accordingly.

I grabbed my Swiss army knife, the one my dad gave me years ago. I always kept it in my backpack. He told me it could come in handy and that it’s helped him several times. He wasn’t wrong about it’s effectiveness in strange predicaments, since I’ve used it several times as well.

I grabbed a lighter as well. If all the books I’ve read are true, fire could enflame a vampire which would send it to its death. Not sure how a small lighter could light a whole vampire being, but it’s possible that I could use the surrounding as well.

As I searched through my room, nothing seemed important enough to bring along with me. If I had vervain, that would be the most useful thing I could bring. To prevent myself from being compelled by them. Since the last time I had it was yesterday and I would surely wear off tomorrow. I still had the vervain in my bag from when Tiffany gave it to me.

Tiffany made sure she gave me enough for the weekend. I dove into my backpack and made sure to drink every last drop. The bitter taste was not wonderful and left a herbal after taste. Luckily it would go away after a quick sip of water. Unfortunately I didn’t have any water in my room.

I heard the door bell ring and I knew who it was without having a look. The last thing I needed was my phone. The only problem is it’s too big for a bra to conceal and would probably do more harm than good.

I made sure it was completely off. Then headed to my old box monitor, forcefully opening the frame to then put the phone inside. I didn’t have time to crush it and I didn’t even really want to do that. The last place someone would look and be able to get into would be the old box desktop monitor. I always saw it to be a perfect place to hid anything but never needed to hid anything. Except this very moment.

After I was done, I slowly scanned my room. I wasn’t sure if this was going to be the last time I’d be home. If it was, I wanted to take a full glimpse.

I opened my bedroom door and I was off. I went down the stairs and saw through the glass of the door that Tiffany and Amelia waiting for me. They seemed incredibly impatient. All I could do was slump in pretend sadness. I needed to make myself believe that Tony wasn’t going to save me. That he was running for his own safety. I almost wanted it to be all true. I need the kiss to spill from my mind and play a victim.

I could only imagine what Tony was doing at this very moment. Waiting at the school, wondering how long it would take before they would go after him. I’m sure the anticipation would be killing him. Making his muscle flinch to every noise around him. At least that would be the only think causing him harm. Unlike myself.

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