Help Me

Grace

“ Catch her. ” The four men in the distance yell, sprinting towards me.

My phone drops on the floor. I bend down to pick it up, only to see them closing in on me. So, I rise and make a run for it again.

The doors of the VIP rooms on this floor are closed. The staff members who see those men chasing me only step aside to give them way instead of saving me or asking the men why they are after me.

My breaths come out in pants as I take support of the wall and continue to stumble forth.

What if…Tristin doesn’t come?

Fear fuels my instinct to run faster but the drug’s effects are making it harder by the moment for me to see, to walk without stumbling over my feet.

The heat has become a dangerous molten lava under my skin, making me shudder and writhe with every labored breath in.

“ Do you think you can run away? ” The voice of the man from behind sounds so close to me.

I glance over my shoulder, my blurry sight finding their wicked faces lit with leering grins. My feet tangle and I f