Merry Christmas!
Suddenly, Luke felt his phone buzz.
"Jefferson."
It was Bryce.
"I'm not bailing you out. Got it?"
"You don't need to. I got out myself."
"Prove it."
"I will. Hold up your hand. Left or right, it doesn't matter."
Luke held up his left hand.
"You're holding up the left hand."
"Okay, now what hand am I holding up?"
"Still the left. I'm here, Jefferson."
"OK, leave then."
"Nope."
"Olivia is quite the singer. It's too bad she won't be singing to you anymore."
"I'm calling the police."
"I'll be gone as soon as you hang up."
Well, what to do now?
Olivia's POV
I climbed down from the stage, glancing around. I noticed movement at one of the windows of the gym.
It was a face. There was a phone pressed to it.
Bryce!
I decided to go outside and talk to him. He surely wasn't as bad as everyone said. After all, I had dated him for a while.
I pulled my coat on and stepped outside, shivering.
"Bryce? Bryce Anderson?"
I saw him peering in the window as he said, "Speechless, Jefferson?"
He paused and then laughed. "No, I'm not gonna attack you… yet. All I want right now is Olivia."
Click.
I paused and started to turn so that Bryce wouldn't catch me. He said attack… I don't think he was joking.
But a twig—the downfall of every person ever to sneak away from a bad guy—snapped under my foot and Bryce turned towards me.
"Hello, Olivia. I think that you're coming with me."
"No," I said, a lot more bravely than I felt.
"Well, I believe that my… accomplice can convince you to come with us. She's very persuasive."
I felt something hit my head, giving me déjà vu, and I thought, Not again without meaning to.
Then I collapsed.
Again, Merry Christmas!
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