Ayla’s POV
I stared at the message, my hands trembling, the words blurred as I read them again and again. "This is just the beginning."
My eyes darted around the field, scanning every face, every person standing near us. Someone here had sent this. Someone who had just watched me get hurt, who might have even thrown that rock.
"Ayla?" Derek's voice cut through my thoughts . "Hey, what's wrong?"
I looked up at him, then back at my phone. Should I show him? Should I tell someone?
"Ayla, you're shaking," Derek said, his brow furrowed with concern. He stepped closer, trying to see my phone screen. "What is it?"
I quickly locked my phone and shoved it back in my pocket. My heart was racing and I could feel the blood draining from my face. Whoever sent that message was watching me right no
