Chapter 83
"Where did the fierce Kyrah go? Look at you, lying on that bed helplessly. You can't even move. Such a shame. I told you to leave Blake alone but you kept texting him. Oh Blake this, Blake that... Such nonsense! It's payback bitch!" she says and taps my nose.
"Both of you will pay for this!" I say through gritted teeth.
Sabrina chuckles.
"Our families are very important people, we own the Media and we own the police, so you can't do anything about it," Reyna Dawson claims.
True. The Dawson's are famous, they can bribe their way out of any case. This fact makes me weaker and more hopeless.
Don't let them see you cry. Don't!
"You know what? Karma is a bitch and soon enough, every bad thing you've ever done will catch up with you... Both of you. Kill me if you want to, but I am not going to let you do it without a fight," I threaten. Beads of sweat have already arranged themselves on my forehead, slowly trickling down to the plain mattress.
I try to force myself out of the ropes that are tying me to the bed but that's not possible.
Mrs. Dawson lights a cigarette and takes a puff, then she leans closer to my face and blows out the entire smoke right in front of me and my anger shoots, making me spit at her, directly in one of her eyes.
"Fuck you!" I curse.
Good shot, just like Scott taught me.
Scott, where could he and the rest be? I'm sure they're looking for me.
"My friends will find me soon," I say. Well honestly I'm not even sure, but the fact that Roxy is an insane human who would burn down the entire forest just to find me, keeps me going.
"We'll see about that. As Sabrina told you, stay away from Blake or else, you're going down," Mrs. Dawson warns and I swallow dryly.
"Down, down the rabbit hole. Where it's dark and you'll be all alone. Dead," Sabrina bitterly whispers into my ear and my entire body trembles.
"She's a goner already. I'm tired of talking to this cheap brat, she's only after my son because he's wealthy. Let's finish this shall we?"
"Ofcourse," Sabrina says, gladly and moves to one corner of the house and picks a huge can full of gasoline. She pours it all around the house and they move to the door.
My heart stops when I notice what they're doing.
"Don't leave me here! Please! I beg you! Just let me go! Help me!" Tears are now flowing like a river down my face. I am trying to stretch my neck in order to see them. The ropes are firmly tied to the bed and I can barely move too much.
"Down, down the rabbit hole," Sabrina whispers again and walks out, Mrs. Dawson moves forward and takes one last look at me, her makeup well intact and lashes long enough to fan her face, lipstick, a seductive red. She takes one puff of her cigarette and drops it on the floor where gasoline has been poured.
All I see are flames all over me as she disappears.
I yell with all my might and I struggle to untie the ropes but nothing happens.
"Help! Somebody! Anybody!" I sob hopelessly, as smoke covers the entire house. I can't breathe at all. At this moment all I can do is pray. I never used to pray, not that seriously but right now, I remember Roxy once telling me she prays, that her mom taught them how to.
"God!" I yell, tears running down my face. "Don't let me die here, please, I'll go to church, just don't let me die. I'll pray more often." I don't even know if that's a convincing prayer. The fire is spreading rapidly.
If this is how I'm supposed to die, I guess this is it then. The smoke is making my eyes watery and I begin coughing.
I can't breathe!
"Help!" I yell one last time as my body becomes weak and I give up.
"No one can hear you... No one can hear you... No one..." Sabrina's words echo in my head and everything turns pitch black.
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