chapter 33

A dead body drops on the floor.

The audience gasps as they watch the huge screen, some spilling popcorn and drinks on their clothes.

"It's not even that scary." Lana rolls her eyes, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Haven't these people watched horror movies before?"

Just like Lana, I'm not scared. But I'm frightened. Frightened of the flashbacks that have been hitting me since Brandon attacked me in the elevator. For ten years, I've been getting haunted by that horrible night. For ten years, I've been trying to scrape off that night from my brain. For ten years, I've tried to justify and rewrite the story so that I can sleep well at night. But Brandon has brought it up all over again and now I'm back in hell. He swore that it was our little secret! Swore that he would never bring it up again!

I storm out of the cinema and run back to Lana's car. It doesn't take her long to join me in the car.

"What's wrong?"

"The movies was a bad idea."

"Okay, we can go home." She runs h