We promised each other that we would be inseparable, that we would always be together. Whether we scheduled a doctor’s appointment for the same day and time, went clothes shopping together, or even got caught sneaking out of class together, we always made sure we did it as a duo.
If Evalyn got caught coming home late, I would make sure to call her house to say that she was with me all day, even if she was visiting her boyfriend. If my parents were calling my cellphone, and I didn’t bother answering, she would call them and say that my phone died. We made sure we had a solution for everything, and that was how we rolled on a daily basis.
Why would it change if we decided to check out an old abandoned house? We had the perfect answer for every situation.
That is, if we both made it out alive.
I stared straight at Evalyn as she was being held by her throat. She thrashed around and tried her best to free herself—the man took every hit, scratch, and kick she dished out without even flinching. The veins in his arms pressed against his skin as he tightened his grip around Evalyn.
“Hand over the box. Now.”
I should have been fearful for my life. I should have been afraid for the well-being of my friend who was clearly in danger.
But somehow I wasn’t.
I unlatched the small lock on the box and opened it, “I’m sorry, Evalyn.”
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