Chapter 8

Of all the things Abby could say to survive them, she chose to say the least appropriate:

“She's to blame.” She was scared, she pointed at me, blaming me for being very stupid.

I glared at her, angry at her action, “Thank you, you are very supportive.”

"Get out of here." The boy murmured from the door frame, he couldn't see his face well. Who was he?

“Won't they hurt us or kidnap us?”

I lowered my eyelids at the nonsense coming out of Watson's mouth.

“Get out of here as soon as possible and save us, please.” one of them begged pleadingly and I opened her eyes looking at him perplexed.

“Save them from them?”

“Run as fast as you can.” he advised us, sweating with fear.

“Did they kill Aly?” Abby asked, approaching him, her pupils flickering with curiosity.

The boy nodded, looking down.

"One of them is. But it is not known who himself.”

I nodded, feeling the moisture on my palms.

“Let's go, Abby, before they catch us.”

Abby looked at me out of the corner of her eye and nodded, heading tow