Half truth

Chapter Forty-Five

Amelia

I woke up in the complete darkness, my eyes trying and failing to adjust to it. My feet were still bound, but the ties around my wrists felt a little looser than before, probably from me trying to pull them apart. I kicked my legs out and hit a wall. I turned over and hit a wall. I tried to sit up, and hit the roof. Realization started to sink in slowly, and I was suddenly overcome with panic. Was I inside of a box? My chest heaved. I wiggled around as much as I could. I was inside some sort of coffin. She’d buried me alive in the hole Deacon had been digging. The thought alone was enough to have me come apart. I hated confined spaces. Hailey knew this. She fucking knew this and she stuck me in a fucking coffin.

“Hailey,” I screamed. “Hailey get me out of here. Please. Please. Oh my God get me out!”

No answer. I couldn’t even hear anything above me. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe, and I wasn’t sure if it was the mild asthma that came with my allergies or the fact that I really couldn’t breathe in here.

“Hailey!” I kept shouting her name over and over before switching to, “Lana! Deacon!”

Nothing.

I started thrashing, against the ropes I was tied to, against the walls I was confined to. I heard a clinking sound and stopped to try to feel around for what it could be. My fingers tapped against metal, round, a pipe? I grabbed onto it and tried to place it between the rope in hopes that I could pull it apart far enough to stick my hands out. It didn’t work. Anger bubbled inside me and I thrashed again, as hard as I could, banging the wood above me with the pipe. Dirt seeped through when I did that, so I stopped, coughing as I tried to clear my face from it. Bringing my hands up, I felt the wood. It was definitely thin. As I felt around, I noticed a hole. It felt like one of those white pipes people used for plumbing. Some sort of PVC pipe maybe? I’d used those once for a science experiment. Tentatively, I touched around it and noticed no dirt coming out of it. I took the pipe in my hand and stuck it in there, placing my mouth against it.

“Hello?” I called out. “Hailey? Please. God. Hailey! Lana! Deacon! Help!”

Nothing.

I pressed my ear beside the pipe and found that I couldn’t hear anything from it either. How long had she been pla

She didn’t want me to suffer.

She wanted me to die.