Page 212 of The Spite Date


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I bump up against a bag of something that jingles like plastic coins pretending to be gold, and I find a stack of plastic something else that turns out to be fake gold bars too.

Yep.

Finally remembered my phone has a flashlight.

There’s thumping on the other side of the door that tells me Simon’s trying to get to me, but turning on the flashlight reveals just how cramped this space is.

I keep it on long enough to inspect the hinges on the door to see if I can pull out the pin holding them together, but it’s in there solidly, and I don’t have any tools on me.

I don’t have cell signal either.

There are muffled voices on the other side of the door, but I can’t tell what they’re saying.

So after a few attempts to kick the door open, I shut off my flashlight, curl up in a ball, close my eyes, and attempt to stave off a panic attack.

Simon’s coming. Hudson will freak out then laugh. Ryker will show up with fresh eggs. Griff will call. Daphne will take me to a field and let me stand in the widest open air that we can find.

I’m in a field.

I’m in an open field.

I’m safe.

I’m okay.

I’m stuck in a dark little cave in an escape room and Eddie and Charlie might not get to finish their escape room experience.

You’re in a field, Bea. A wide-open field.

What if they’re solving the rest of the clues?

What if I can’t get out until they’ve opened the door?

What if help doesn’t come?

Do I have enough oxygen in here?

I suck in a breath and order my heart to slow, but it doesn’t work.

Because the memories are taking over.

Hide-and-seek with Ryker.

The old fridge at my grandparents’ farm.

The way I started getting drowsy.

My parents panicking when I woke up from my nap, outside of the fridge.

Ryker standing over me, looking like a ghost.

Ryker dead.

But Ryker wasn’t dead.

I almost was.

Not Ryker.