35
HALLIE
My wrists hurt.
My ankles hurt.
My head hurt.
What the hell happened?
My face was smushed into something soft—a blanket?—but when I tried to turn my neck, stars burst behind my eyelids and a grenade slammed into my left temple.
Slowly, painfully, snippets of memories filtered back… Cupcakes, candy, who the hell was Dennis? Nino, Gregg… Gregg. He’d been outside with me. Had he done this?
Why?
Was he that upset about me questioning his ma?
And where the heck was I?
I tried moving again, and this time, I managed to roll onto my side.
Could I open my eyes?
Did I even want to?
I wasn’t in the dark, that much I could tell.
He hadn’t buried me.
And I was alive. Alive and stuck in my worst nightmare.
Once again, I tried to open my eyes, forced the lids apart even as jagg
