FOURTEEN – PLANS IN MOTION

I huddle into my blanket in the front seat of Vanessa’s Ferrari and stare out the window, trying to numb the painful pang in my chest. She finally gets in, starts the car and pretty soon, we’re off.

With every mile that takes me away from the party… away from Mason, I feel a strange hurting sensation in my throat.

“I can’t believe that sonofabitch. Thank God I arrived on time. Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Because I still feel raw, I ask instead,

“Where’s Anna?”

“Girls sleepover at her friend Marcy’s place.”

I smile fondly at the thought of my sister. I miss her so much.

I turn slowly to my best friend.

“How did you find me? How did you escape Damon?”

She shrugged,

“I traced your phone’s location to that room, or rather, the police did. Same thing. As for Damon, I escaped. But let me worry about that.”

Despite the numbness, the thought of Vanessa sneaking out of Damon’s glass mansion to rescue me like some kind of superhero brings a smile to my lips. I lean over and give her a quick