Twenty six

Chelsea and I found a picnic table in the small park that Horton has and sat down. It was a peaceful and sunny day today so it wouldn't look too weird for us to sit here.

"So, I'm sorry about your grams." Chelsea frowned at the drink she was holding.

"I'm fine. Really."

"I wish you would've talked to me."

"I know and I'm sorry I didn't."

Chelsea didn't say much after that and looked behind me while I kept an eye open behind her. But we had to make it look like we were talking so no one would know this was a trap. So we talked about what school was like and how good it was to catch up.

Before long, a red laser was pointed at my chest. I sat there frozen looking around for the source.

"Get down," Chelsea yelled yanking my arm making me fall. "Their watching."

"They're wanting to kill me now," I whispered. "Let's go." I pulled her up and we ran around the restrooms. I took out my phone and dialed brans number. But he didn't answer. I tried Jerry, no answer.

"Maybe they saw the l