The only light came from the bulb above, making it impossible to tell the time. Dailey assumed it was around seven am, only because her inner body clock would wake her up a few minutes before her alarm each morning.
Dailey watched Aaron for a few minutes before deciding to try and wake him up. She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook gently at first, becoming more vigorous and shouting his name when he didn't respond.
"Arrgh!" he cried, raising both fists and almost punching her in the face. Luckily, Dailey was fast enough to dodge his hand. She raised hers defensively, backing away from him as much as the chains would allow.
"It's okay, it's okay," Dailey assured him.
This was a blatant lie.
Nothing about this situation was okay.
Aaron scanned his surroundings and pulled at his restraints for just a second before giving up. He pulled his knees
Toni searched the courtyard, looking for Dailey. She hadn't responded to any of her messages for hours now, which was unlike her. Usually, she replied within a few minutes. An hour at the most.Checking her phone again, she found the messages hadn't even been marked as seen.'It's possible she misplaced her phone,'Toni thought, but she didn't believe it. Something felt wrong.Putting her phone back in her pocket, she looked about for Aaron. He wasn't in his usual smoking spot or hanging out by the football field.A thin drizzle of rain fell from the grey clouds above, making it plausible he'd decided to stay inside. As she entered the break room Tommy ran over to greet her. He almost tripped over a bright green stool as he stumbled toward her, picking it up and fluffing his curly mess of hair as he asked how she was doing."I'm good," she replied withou
Dailey froze in fear for just a second as Drake descended the staircase, tutting and shaking his head. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Aaron cower, huddling himself back against the wall. He was muttering to himself, but Dailey couldn't make out the words.Toni did the opposite, taking a rigid and inexperienced looking fight stance with the axe poised in shaky hands. She held the thing with her hands a few inches apart and cocked it to the side as if it were a samurai sword.The chains slipped from Dailey's wrists as she stood, noisily forming a pile at her feet."Drake," she said in the most calming voice she could muster. "Nobody has been seriously hurt yet. We could all just walk away and pretend like this never happened."She saw the look Toni flashed her. A look that asked,'We can?'Dailey did her best to communicate with the girl non-verbally, staring in
"How's Aaron doing?" Dailey asked Toni. She ran her fingers through the sand, dislodging the warm layer on top to poke her fingers into the cooler, wetter sand below."He's complaining a lot," Toni said with a smile. "He lost a lot of blood and the wound got infected, so they have to keep him in for a little longer.""I feel awful," Dailey said.Toni shifted on the blanket, turning to push her face up against Dailey's. "You know none of what happened is your fault, right?""Hmm," Dailey muttered, looking down at her sandy fingers. She thought back to the time she'd spent on the beach with Drake, knowing that should have been a warning sign. This whole thing could have been avoided."The counsellor I talked to said I showed signs of Stockholms Syndrome," Dailey told her friend. "High levels of stress can feel a lot like being in love, but... it felt so real."
"So... do you think you can help me?" Dailey asked.She tried not to stare at Eddy's ache as he scratched at a spot on his chin. The kid had probably the worst skin she'd ever seen in her life; a mosaic patchwork of scars, red blotches, and fresh pustules.His Adam’s apple wobbled as he swallowed a bite of his half-wrapped cheeseburger and wiped his mouth before responding."I'm good with computing but I'm not a hacker," Eddy said. A stubborn drop of mayonnaise clung to the fluffy bit of hair around his mouth. Dailey hinted at him, pointing at her own mouth a few times before he finally took the hint and cleaned himself up.With the social skills of a jacket potato and genius-level computer skills, Dailey had felt sure this guy could help and would do so without wanting too much in return.Still, the poor guy was on a whole other level of gross. The thought of h
After the bell rang Dailey was struck with the fear Drake would either forget or change his mind. Ignoring her friends—her so-called friends who had known about Sam's cheating and neglected to inform her—she dashed to the main reception, hoping to catch him there.Breathing heavily, she propped herself up against the brick wall and waited as the students piled out. They chatted and jostled about as they spilled out of the building, spoiling the quiet outdoors with their messy presence.The birds pecking at the lunch crumbs flapped and departed as one when the wave of kids hit the courtyard. Dailey kept her back to the wall, watching the scene with disconnection, too worried about her current problem to focus on anything else.When the dark colours of the scene kids caught her eye, she picked Drake from the crowd with ease. He was at least a head taller than most of the others and dwarfed his smallest friend,
Dailey pulled the fake baked beans money tin from the top of her wardrobe. Her babysitting money had been accumulating in there for over a year, so she should have well over two hundred, even after her summer clothing shopping spree.She pried off the lip and upturned the can, frowning as a couple of ten-pound notes dropped into the hands.'Where's the rest of it?' she wondered.Her first thought was her thirteen-year-old brother. He'd been coming back from his Dad's house with a lot of gifts lately. Clothing and games. Was it possible he'd been stealing her money and pretending the items were brought by his Dad?"Joey!" she shouted, storming into his room without knocking."Hey!" he cried. When his eyes shifted to the empty can in her hands, a flash of guilt marred his angry expression. "I didn't do anything.""Like hell you didn't, you thieving lit
Dailey waited by the gates, anxious about explaining her cash flow situation to Drake. As she shifted from foot to foot and kicked up the dirt from between the paving slabs, she felt her heart racing. Sick bile rose in her chest, coating her throat and filling her mouth with a bitter taste.'Why does he make me so nervous?' she wondered.The problem was, Drake wasn't like other guys. Dailey knew her looks put guys on edge—made them horny and stupid—and she could often use it to her advantage. For whatever reason, this superpower didn't work on Drake."You have my cash?" she heard him ask, turning to find herself in his shadow.Dailey looked up with pleading, apologetic eyes. "I'm really sorry but I don't have it. Is it okay if I pay you back in instalments?"The look he gave her sent a chill down her spine. So cold and angry. Then his face softened slightly,
As soon as Dailey switched on her computer, she knew something was wrong. It was taking longer than usual to load up, and three little black dialogue boxes flashed across the screen.'He's hacked me,' Dailey thought. 'Of course he has.'Luckily, she'd deleted the awful pictures and didn't have anything else too incriminating on there... unless...When she opened her emails, she found a new message from Drake. Inside was a screenshot. She didn't have to open it up to see it was the dreaded naked shots. Clicking through, she found something different to the images of her peach flesh.She enlarged it to find it was a message exchange between herself and the guy she'd paid to write her college admissions essay. The one that had landed her a place at one of the best colleges in the country."Shit, shit, shit," she muttered. This was way worse than the threat of