abrielle Clarkson. He always told me he couldn't stand her. He said she was
he first time in months he had a break from his contract with her family. But th
d reminder of the night we were supposed to have. I was in my beat-up sedan, and Gabrielle was in her sl
st minutes before. "Just her being paranoid. Stay i
thing happe
king the road. Two men in ski masks jumped out
ic button Caleb had given me, a cheap little thing he
r, her face a mask of practiced fear, press
or mine. One smashed my passenger-side window, the g
. He sprinted to Gabrielle' s M
't live with myself," he whispered, his voice
f shattering glass and my own terrified screams.
lint of the knife, then the dark, spreading stain on my white t-
g over Gabrielle, who had a small scratch
k completely turned to me as I slid to the g
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