Chapter 7
Nick's POV
A week later...
"What are we doing?" I whimper.
I hate the woods.
Unknown things lurking around in there.
I
HATE
IT.
"Nick." Lottie's voice hushes me.
"Today's Mom and Dad's anniversary Nick." She whispers, impatiently flinging some of her dark brown hair out of her face.
"We're going to get a couple of squirrels for the stew Mom and Dad like."
I nod, whimpering at noise.
"Lottie, are you sure it's safe out here?" I whisper.
"Of course, Nick." Lottie says impatiently. I can tell I'm getting on her nerves.
"I come here all the time and I come back out alive EVERY SINGLE TIME. This time isn't going to be any different."
Before I can answer, a deep voice interrupts me from behind.
"Well then little missy, I think we're gonna have to change that."
A/N: Well, I got this far! Whew!
REMINDER: the next to chapters are rated M. Skip if you don't want to read those.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
But please God, can I be Suzanne Collins for 1 day?
