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“Good.” He leaned up and sliced the rope that held my weight to the tree and I dropped in a slump, hitting the ground. “So you know why I’m about to kill you and that you deserve it?” He leaned down and ran his finger down the side of my cheek.
I knew. I knew exactly why. “That was Jay, not me.”
“Nah uh.” Brantley chuckled. “Wrong answer.”
I spun around and ran. I ran so fast my feet throbbed and stung. I looked up ahead of me, but felt a thud vibrate over the back of my skull, and then I was falling forward.
Falling and falling. “What?” I whispered, my eyes filling with heat. Warmth dripped down the back of my neck and over the side, my head burning with a pain so hot I couldn’t even scream. I reached back to touch where it hurt, but my hand coected to a plastic handle that was sticking out of my skull.
Combat boots, dried autumn leaves, the full moon, and the toxic concoction of death. Blood seeped out of my eye sockets as they closed.