"I don't know." My hands tremble, stomach tossing and turning. "I don't feel so well, though. I'm going to go back to our room and talk to Aiden. Do you mind sticking around and keeping an eye out for that guy? I don't want him to think I just ditched him without a word."
She nods, but there's a slight hesitation in her eyes. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"
"I'm going to be fine." I give her a tight hug. "I'll send you a text when I get back to the room, and then I'm going to call Aiden. I promise."
"If I find out you did anything stupid, I'm going to kill you."
Laughing, I hug her a little tighter before turning away and heading back to the hotel room.
With each step I take, I get more paranoid. I look over my shoulder every couple of minutes, moving as fast as I can without breaking into a run. Thick thighs and running in a bikini most certainly do not save lives.
I get to the room and shut the door behind me, sending off a quick message to Téa.
Before I have the chance to go to Aiden's contact and hit the call button, something is pulled over my head.
Screaming, I fight like hell, kicking and scratching at whatever I can reach. I collide with the ground hard, a body pressing into mine.
Someone's weight settles over my back, their legs on either side of my body pinning me down.
I keep thrashing as hard as I can.
This isn't going to be how I die. No way. Not even a little bit.
"Let go of me, you sick fuck!" I throw my head back, hoping whoever is on me has their head close enough to get hit.
All I'm met with is air.
Then the sharp point of something pressing against my neck.
I scream as my skin is pierced.
The pain stays for a second before the needle slides out.
"I'm going to make sure my brother kills you. He's going to hunt you down and make sure it's painful for doing this to me!"
There's a dark chuckle as whatever's on my head is pulled off.
Bright light streams into the room before the edges of my vision start to darken.
My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, screams dying on my lips.
The body presses closer to me, what I think might be an erection digging into my back.
As the rest of the world fades away, only horrific thoughts of what could happen are going through my mind.
This is how I'm going to die, after all.
Chapter Four
SUMMER
If this iswhat dying feels like, it's not as bad as I thought it'd be.
It feels almost peaceful, in a way. More peaceful than my life has ever felt, at the very least. There's no forcing a smile for the sake of my family or pretending I'm fine when I'm really not. I'm not standing on the edge of a breakdown and trying desperately to grasp at the broken pieces of myself.
Instead, I'm floating.
There's no yelling. No cussing. No worrying that your serial killer sister is going to snap. Or that the rest of your siblings might be serial killers, though you don't have a definitive number on how many people any of them have killed.