Locking myself in Donna’s small toilet, I pulled the phone out and nervously loaded up the message.
Jackson:
Meet me here in thirty minutes.
A map with a pin dropped at a location was sent with the message. The weight already lying heavily in my stomach doubled in intensity.
What if I needed to collect Billie while Jackson was demanding God knew what from me.
I couldn’t go.
Why of all nights had he chosen tonight to seek his next bit of revenge?
Sighing, I tapped out my reply, hoping like hell I wasn’t playing with fire.
I can’t tonight. Billie is home from school, you knowthat, you saw her.Please, not tonight, Jackson. I’m begging you.
Pressing send, I held my breath as I waited for his reply.
And I waited.
And waited.
A thump on the door made me almost drop the phone. My heart raced furiously as I stared wide-eyed, half expecting Jackson to suddenly kick the door down.
“Kier? Are you okay?”Donna called.
I squeezed my eyes closed and slammed my palm over my heart, willing it to calm down.“I’m okay, I’ll be out in a second.”
“Okay. Did you just get that weird message?”
My heart didn’t just calm.
It stopped.
In a rush of panic, I flicked the lock and yanked the door open, finding Donna staring at me with confusion written on her face.“What message?”
She held out her phone to me.“This. It’s notveryclear, and you can’t tell who it is, but all three of us got it at the same time. Did you get it?”
Bile churned in my stomach as I peered down at her phone, the screen showing a grainy image of two people. Donna was right; you couldn’t tell who it was, but I knew. It was a photo of me on my knees, sucking Jackson’s cock from the night of the party.
The phone I was still clutching in my hand vibrated. Hesitantly, and keeping the screen facing away so Donna couldn’t see it, I read the latest message.
Jackson:
I’m not fucking around, Kiera. Get your ass to the location, or I’ll send the actual video to everyone.You’ve already wasted five minutes.Time’s ticking.
“I have to go,”I said, barging past Donna to get my purse containing my car keys, and doing my best not to vomit.
“Go? Kiera, what’s going on?”Donna replied, following behind me.
“Nothing…it’s…it’s Billie. She’s not feeling well.”Grabbing my purse and ignoring the stunned looks on all three of my friends' faces, I practically ran to the front door and out to my car.
Twenty-five minutes, or he’d send the video.
And I knew he wasn’t bluffing.
Chapter 12
