Maria
My heart plummets and my knees tremble—I don't like that sound.
"Mercy!" I burst into the natatorium, finding her floating in the pool. She has on my yellow two-piece, and a speaker blasts Taylor Swift. I shut the music off, and she glances toward me.
"Marie?" Mercy's face clouds with confusion. "What's going on? You look pale."
At that moment, there's another loud crash on the floor above us. Something, or somebody, has hit the floor hard enough to shake it. Wide-eyed, Mercy stares at me for answers. "Marie, what the f**k is going on?"
"Something is wrong!" I hiss. "We need to get out of here!"
Mercy swims to the pool's edge and leaps out of the water, grabbing her beach towel. I take her hand and pull her toward the door. We still have time before whoever is upstairs decides
