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contract’s up, I
will.
     
    Jaxon: Nope. E wants us to be nice, since our songs tied for fan
favorites.
    Me: He’s asking for a miracle.
    Jaxon: Goes along with his Messiah complex.
     
    I snort. If there’s one
thing that Jaxon and I can agree on, it’s his dad’s, I am a Country Music GOD, attitude.
    Shutting the door behind
me, I flip on the lights and head to my bedroom to change. Thirty
minutes later, I’m in my pajamas, sitting in bed, with my laptop
open.
    Curiosity gets the best of
me, and I check one of the biggest gossip sites. My stomach drops,
like I’m on a rollercoaster and have hit the first big
dip.
    VIOLET LYNN’S SECRET
PREGNANGY. HOW SHE LOST IT ALL IN ONE DRUNKEN NIGHT.
    “ Oh my God.” My hands
shake as I click on the link. I read, in detail, about the fight
with Callie, about Jaxon trying to intervene and me speeding off
into the night. Then there’s the part about the accident, the
emergency crews, the anonymous tip, and the worst part… the baby I
lost.
    All from an anonymous tip,
of course.
    I scroll down a bit
further, stunned to see an actual picture of me, lying in a field,
all bloody, with a jagged slab of windshield embedded in my
abdomen.
    Suddenly, that image starts
moving and I can barely process what’s happening.
    “ Please help me. Oh God,”
I hear myself cry. “Please.”
    “ We’re here, honey. You
stay still.”
    “ It doesn’t look
good.”
    “ Someone should call her
parents.”
    “ There’s no
time.”
    A man moves in front of the
camera and I hear flesh ripping, wet and sharp. A bloodcurdling
scream sounds, and then another, and I realize it’s me making those
sounds.
    I drop my computer, making
it to the bathroom just in time. I can’t stop throwing up, the
images and sounds too fresh, too real. After a fourth round, my
sweaty hands slip and I hit my head on the edge of the
toilet.
    Mercifully, blackness takes
me.

Chapter Five
     
     
     
     
     
    Cole
    Yeah, I’m a jerk, but at
least I’m a jerk that knows how to apologize. Parker’s home with
Kelly, so I got all the time in the world to make it up to
Rae.
    I knock on the front door
and wait for Rae to answer. It’s already dark, but there’s a light
on in her room.
    After another minute of
waiting, I pound on the door again.
    Then I hear a
scream.
    “ RAE!” I try the door, but
it’s locked. Another scream, and I break out into a cold sweat. I
flip up the welcome mat, grab the spare key taped to it, and unlock
the door. Racing inside, I hear the sound of voices in her
bedroom.
    When I get there, it’s just
her laptop playing some horror movie, and my heart stops trying to
ram its way out of my chest.
    “ Rae?” She doesn’t answer,
and I peek into the hallway. The bathroom light is on and water is
running. Maybe she’s washing her hands. Maybe she doesn’t want to
speak to me.
    It doesn’t matter. I’m
going to wait right here until she—there’s that scream again, and I
shiver. “What kind of sick movie is she watching?”
    I move to the bed, intent
upon clicking that thing off. I’ve never known Rae to watch a
horror movie, her version of scary things are right in line with
mine: clowns and beady-eyed rodents.
    Spinning the laptop around,
the video starts playing again.
    “ Please help me. Oh God,”
a woman cries, pitiful and weak. “Please.”
    “ We’re here, honey. You
stay still.”
    “ It doesn’t look
good.”
    “ Someone should call her
parents.”
    “ There’s no
time.”
    A man moves in front of the
camera and I hear flesh ripping open, like the time I caught my
knee on a rusty nail. A bloodcurdling scream sounds, then another,
and the man moves.
    What kind of bastard puts
this shit up? I glance up at the website, read the headline, and
drop to my knees.
    “ Holy fuc—”
    That’s my Rae making those sounds. My Rae
bleeding out and losing her baby. Her future, her everything a
young woman should have to look forward to, and here I was being an
ass today. Telling