Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
“I, umm…” she says, her words falling short. “I don’t think I want to hurt her.”
“Okay,” I say slowly, wondering where this is going.
“I want to expose her though. Maybe humiliate her a bit too. Make her feel just a fraction of the humiliation I’ve endured.”
I nod, a grin pulling at my lips as her eyes start to light up with a plan. She quickly tells me all the ins and outs, and by the time we’re falling out of the Mustang, my stomach is hurting from laughing.
We cut across the lawn, and if we were anywhere else, we would have garnered the attention of the neighbors, but not in Hope Falls. Here, people have learned to mind their own business because the consequences are generally a lot worse.
“Back here,” I tell Addison, leading the way through the backyard of Erica’s home, knowing damn well the kitchen door is unlocked and the only one in the house that doesn’t creak. After all, I’ve snuck through it a million times before.
Loud music blasts from inside, and I grin knowing just how easily we’ll be able to get the drop on her. We duck past the back windows and slip inside. Addison hovers behind me, not as confident with the layout. We peek around the corner of the kitchen, double-checking the bitch isn’t stuffing her face, and just as we do, we hear Erica’s off-key singing coming from her room.
I relax a bit and grab one of the dining chairs, placing it right in the center of the living room before rummaging through the junk drawer. Finding masking tape, I silently hold it up with a grin, each piece of our plan quickly falling into place.
“You ready?” I mouth, indicating down the hall.
Addison lets out a shaky breath before nodding. “Let’s do it.”
And just like that, we barrel down the short hallway and barge into Erica’s bedroom. She stands by her closet, picking out an outfit for who the fuck knows what and sees us through the mirror. Her eyes widen in shock, but before she can even get a scream out, we’re on her.
She whips around and smacks me in the face, but I catch her arm as it flails about. Addison is the brains of this operation, and she goes for the legs, kicking the bitch’s knees out and watching her crumble to the ground with a loud oomph.
We each grab an arm and drag her out to the living room as she screams, the music easily drowning her out. “Let go. Let me go, you dumb bitches,” she wails, kicking her legs out, but it’s no use. We’re up near her head and she’s definitely not flexible enough to leave any damage.
We tackle Erica into the dining chair, and Addison quickly gets to work strapping her down, breaking the masking tape with her teeth and wrapping it around enough to ensure she’ll never be able to break through it. “Holy fuck, this is such a rush,” Addie says, enjoying this far too much.
After Erica’s ankles and wrists are bound to the wooden chair, I stand back, surveying our handiwork, pretty impressed with our efforts. “Well, hey there, bestie,” I chime with a wide smile. “Long time no see.”
“What the fuck do you want?” Erica spits. “You’re nothing but a backstabbing little slut.”
I laugh, almost snorting. “Oh, I’m the backstabbing slut?” I scoff. “Might I remind you that you’re the one who fucked my boyfriend behind my back, but good riddance. I’m sure you heard the fucker is dead.”
Erica clenches her jaw, but I continue. “I’m sure you remember my friend Addison?” I question, glancing at the girl beside me who watches Erica with venom in her eyes. “Remind me, have you been officially introduced? I know the last time you saw her, you were hopped up on drugs and pumping her full of them. Wait … was that before or after you suggested Colby should fuck with her?”
“Hmm,” Addison says. “Pretty sure it was before because after she pumped me full of drugs, she was busy watching me scream for help as Colby dragged me away.”
“Ahhh,” I say, nodding as Erica’s face turns white, recognizing just how much trouble she’s in here.
“What do you want with me?” she spits, focusing on me because she can barely look at Addison. “The cops dropped the charges against me. It’s my word against yours, and like you said, you were pumped full of drugs. Who’d believe you?”
I laugh and glance at Addison, pointing to my lips while nodding toward Erica. “Would you mind?”
“Oh,” Addison says with a cheerful glee. “Of course. What was I thinking?” Addison steps up to Erica, stretching out a piece of tape and slamming it down over her face, then she adds a few more pieces just for good luck.