66. I Am Screaming.

‘Nightmares are sneaky little devils

And they never forget.

—Unknown

DIANE

My heart is pounding loudly inside my chest, my breathing pumping out from me in ragged gasps as I sprint through the dark, running for my life.

That Jayden bastard and his mad brother are fucking psychopaths!

“Diane, he is getting closer! Keep running!”

Allison's panicked voice bites out into the night air just for my ears only, her flitting figure racing beside me but almost ahead of me. Thick canopies of trees overhead are blocking out some of the traces of moonlight attempting to pour through them, and the night air is a bit cold.

But there is nothing cold about the hot blood rushing through my veins. My legs are burning with exhaustion. My throat and chest too, and right behind us, I keep hearing the crunches of twigs and thuds of chasing footsteps closing in, an unmistakable indication that the bastard is still hellbent on following us.

Damn. We should have just stayed back at the bonfire with the o