HAYLEY
Panic takes root in my stomach as I stare at the ripped iron fencing. The sight is eerily reminiscent of the night at Lucas's backyard a month ago. I trace a finger around the shredded edges of the barrier, and when my gaze shifts ahead, my muscles go stiff.
Footprints stretch from where I stand, all the way into the woods ahead. s**t.
I glance at the students laughing in the yard, completely oblivious to the gaping hole carved in the gates, before pulling my gaze back to the dense forests right in front of me.
Where the hell have you gone, Ax?
My every instinct screams to head out after him as the bell shrills to signal the end of lunch break. Slowly, students start to head back into the building. Anxiety gnaws at me as I watch two security staff walk into the yard to ensu
