Locke 2 (Blackwater Boys #4)

The House

H e tore through the bedroom.

Monster…

Monster…

Possessed, he tore our world apart. Smashing picture frames and tearing up papers with our names on them.

His feet stopped in front of me. I didn’t make a sound from under the bed. I didn’t even breathe. I stared at his white sneakers, frayed and stained.

I stared until the tears fell from my eyes, dripping on the floor.

Drip, drip.

Drip, drip.

Maybe hiding wasn’t the way.

Maybe I should have run.

But fear choked me and made me paralysed. I wanted to move, but I couldn’t.

Drip, drip.

Drip, drip.

“Come out,” he whispered. “I know you’re there. Come out.”

Silence.

I hadn’t taken a single breath, and my vision became spotty. He moved around the bed, and I wanted to escape. I wanted to flee. To make him chase me and forget all about Aurora.

But my tears were the only things moving.

Drip, drip.

Drip, drip.