She whimpers and leans against the wall, her dress covering all of her legs that she has pulled up to her chest and clasped her arms around.
Vasilei looks at me and lifts his eyebrows as he shakes his head. The start of a smile is on his lips. “It fucking happened again. You went fucking berserk.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
MARLEY
I DON’Tthink I’ve ever seen fog this thick before. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I drove after dark. Even with my headlights on low beam setting, the light is still reflecting in my eyes, so I slow down some.
The confusion in my head is about as dense as the fog that is on every side of the truck.
The gravel gutter on the side of the road is still visible at the front of the truck, and I keep the edge of the hood lined up with that to make sure I stay on the road, the last thing I want is to be off the road in the middle of the night.
Why am I driving in the middle of the night, anyway?
While sitting up as tall as I can to see over the hood, I realize that the hood of my truck has turned blue. Midnight blue. With glitter flakes in the clear coat. Slowing down even more, I look at the steering wheel, it’s no longer the steering wheel of my late model Maroon GMC Sierra. It’s big, thin, and old. Like the old steering wheel in Mason’s ’78 Chevy K10 fromhigh school.
Stopping the truck, I look around the cab. Oh God. I’m in Mason’s old truck. Why am I in Mason’s truck? Looking down to put the truck in park, I realize my entire middle console is gone and I’m looking at the stick shift in the floor.
The one with the eight ball screwed on the top that I remember watching Mason grab after Keith attacked me.
My stomach churns, and my insides frost over as a light sweat breaks out across my forehead. I don’t want to touch it, so I push the parking brake down with my foot.
Why am I here?
I was so focused on staying on the road that I didn’t realize I don’t even know where I’m driving to. Glancing around the cab, I look for my purse and my phone, but neither is anywhere to be found. Something is in the floorboard, I can’t make it out but when I lean over and pick it up, it’s a bottle of purple alcohol.
My heart flutters in my chest like a bird trying to break out of a cage. Opening my hand to let the bottle fall to the seat, I yelp when I hear tapping on the driver’s side window.
It’s Jax. Relief washes over me, and I crank the window down.
“Hey, Marley.” He smiles, but it looks weird. Jax doesn’t smile like that. The teeth don’t even look like his teeth.
Setting my hand over my heart, I take a deep breath. “I’m so glad it’s you. I don’t know where I am.”
“Okay, open the door and I’ll drive you home.” That strange smile is still on his face.
Why does he sound funny? My gut is telling me not to open the door.
But it’s Jax.
The smile on his face falls, and he looks angry. Something is wrong. While I’m looking at his face to try to put my fingeron what, his features start changing. His beautiful blue eyes turn brown, and his short blond hair turns dark brown and shaggy.
Fear paralyzes me as Keith is standing on the other side of the door. But he’s supposed to be dead. Jax told me he killed him. Something in the dark recesses of my mind is telling me this isn’t real, but the panic grabs me anyway.
He grabs the handle and tries to open it, but it’s locked. “Open the door, Marley.” He growls.
Shaking my head, I scoot away from the door. But the window is part way down. He reaches in and clamps his hand around my throat.
“Come here, Marley. I have something for you.” He growls, his lip is pulled up, baring his teeth.
No! Not again!
No!
My legs feel like they are bound as I try to kick the door to get away, but his other hand grabs my arm so I can’t move away further.
No!
