Trapped (Bullied Book 4) (Bullied Series) Vera Hollins (best large ereader txt) 📖

mine when you told me why you were looking for them. Seriously, it’s totally ridiculous, but you get brownie points for the thought.”

“You hung around me from the start. You acted as if we were friends. So why?” Blake said through clenched teeth.

Isaac’s smile dropped, giving way to a scary expression. “Let me jog your memory,” he said in a completely changed voice, one that was deep and rough, sounding like a totally different person.

Blake let out a choked gasp. “No.” He staggered. “No. It can’t be you.”

“Oh, it’s me, all right.” He cocked his head to the side. “And let me tell you, her pussy was sooo tight…” His eyes found mine. “Right before I put the bullet in her head.”

Everything in me went cold. A silent cry formed on my lips as the meaning of Isaac’s words settled in my mind. Isaac was the one who… He was…

Blake’s whole body went rigid, his breathing accelerating rapidly, which activated alarms in my head. I feared he was having or was about to have a flashback.

I rubbed his hand that was still on my waist the way I’d seen him do and whispered, “It’s all right. I’m here.”

The words were supposed to reassure him, but how I would be able to reassure him when I was terrified myself I didn’t know. My gaze made another sweep of the parking lot. There was no one at all. The damn cameras were supposed to get installed around the school the next day, and I wanted to scream in frustration.

“Okay, enough chitchat. Here’s how this is going to play out. Both of you are going to get in this car. The chick will be driving. And if you even think of refusing or running, there will be consequences.”

This seemed to pull Blake out of his daze; his terribly cold hand gripped mine as he pushed me further behind him. “She isn’t going anywhere with you,” he said in a hoarse voice, and I clutched his jacket. “You can do whatever the fuck you want with me, but I won’t let anything happen to her.”

Isaac chuckled. “How noble, tough guy, but you don’t have a choice. I won’t hesitate to shoot you if I have to.” He looked at me. “Would you want that?”

“No!” I cried out in sheer fear. “No, Blake. Don’t be stupid! Listen to him.”

“Jessica, run into the school and—”

“No, I—” I started, but he pushed me backward and away from him.

“Run in and alert them—”

“Not so fast,” said a strangely familiar voice behind me, and I felt something solid pressing into my back. I grew stiff, every muscle in my body turning tense. It was a gun.

My heart rate went through the roof. “B-Blake…,” I said breathlessly.

“If either of you takes a step, she’s dead,” the newcomer said, pressing the gun harder into me and paralyzing me from head to toe.

“Lawrence?” Blake looked over his shoulder, his face ashen and eyes full of fear.

“Recognizing my voice after all this time, Jones? Touching. Now, do what Isaac said. Get in the car, or I’ll pull the trigger.” He turned the safety of his gun off, the soft click resounding in my mind loudly like a hammer against metal.

Blake’s eyes met mine over his shoulder. His expression of regret sent shards of icy pain into my heart. My mind raced to come up with any solution to this but had no success.

“Please, Blake, do what he said,” I pleaded in a trembling voice, worried he might do something that would put him in danger. Anguish rolled over his face, and he held my hand in an almost unbearably tight grip as if he didn’t want to let go of me.

“No,” he whispered regretfully. “This was not how it was supposed to be.” He glared at Lawrence. “If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

“I’m the one holding the gun here, so don’t make me laugh. Move.”

I willed myself to release his hand. The lack of his touch and strength against my skin made me feel like I’d lost the last pillar of support, but I didn’t let it show on my face. I needed to stay strong for both of us, so I put on a brave mask as I gazed back at him. He grimaced and moved reluctantly, dragging his feet across the pavement as he went around my car to the passenger side.

“And don’t try anything funny,” Lawrence told him.

“Or what? You’ll grab the camera to record us before you kill us?” Blake asked him with a sneer before he sat inside my car. So Lawrence had been the one holding the camera in the video. It was no wonder his voice was somewhat familiar to me.

“Your humor is drier than your grandma’s pussy,” Lawrence replied, and I grimaced with disgust. He nudged me with his gun, signaling me to move.

I took a wobbly step closer to the car, but then Lawrence pulled my phone out of my back pocket with his gloved hand.

“You don’t need this anymore,” he said and flung it into the distance, where it landed with a loud crash.

I yelped, watching this with round eyes. As long as I’d had my phone with me, there had been hope I could use it, no matter how far-fetched that might have been, but now…

“Get in the car,” Lawrence ordered, pressing the gun into my back to make me move. I took another wobbly step and then another, my cold fear getting stronger because each step, each breath I took, each second felt like it would be my last.

I got behind the wheel and pulled the key out of my pocket, trembling. I was only able to insert it in the ignition after the third try. Isaac reached with his gloved hand for Blake’s phone and threw it out the window before he told me the address, which was on the outskirts of Enfield.

I looked around once more as I started the car. Not a single person. But even if