SAMANTHA
“Sam?” Gentle hands touched my shoulder. Mason. I didn’t know why he was being gentle with me, but I launched myself at him. I held him tight, burrowing into him. I wanted him to take me away. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be a part of this. Any of this.
He crushed me to him, his hand running down my hair and back.
I drew in a ragged breath. I tried to speak. I couldn’t.
He just held me.
Then someone pulled up by us. Car doors opened and shut.
A muffled, “Oh, no.”
Mason spoke over my shoulder, “Check him. I thought he was going for a gun.”
“Sam?”
A soft female voice. I looked. Taylor stood next to me, tears cascading down her face. She touched my arm. I didn’t release Mason, but unwound one arm and pulled her in. I couldn’t think about what was happening behi
