Somehow, the man, Rebel, and Tobias were related. Rebel was in a jam with the man, and Tobias was remembering Rebel.

Rebel obviously had some sort of speech default, or else she wouldn't have used sign language with Tobias at the party. Tobias needed to rescue Rebel from the man… and the other pieces were fogged.

Something hit me on the nose. It was a paper airplane. I unfolded it and read

You can't run from us, Beatrice. We know where you are. We know where you live. I'm watching you right now. So are some other names you might recognize: Peter and Drew. So it's no use. – Addison

I crumpled up the airplane. "Why are you telling me this!" I asked a nearby tree.

Memories flashed through my mind. Saylor punching me. Addison – raping me – in the supply closet. Drew also. Peter also.

Ash and her fake smile. Saylor, when she was once upon a time my BFF. Drew locking me in my locker and laughing. Stealing my car keys. Addison, again. The supply closet was probably tired of my screams (the walls were soundproof). I remember thinking that. Way too many times.

Once, Peter got me drunk by putting alcohol in my soda. He then acted drunk also and we ended up in detention. Unfortunately, the teacher there was ignorant. He noticed nothing. Not even when Peter felt me all over, and I couldn't stop him.

As if he had read my mind, Peter dropped from the tree. Addison and Drew dropped down behind him.

My legs turned to Jell-O.

"Hello, Beatrice. Why did you leave? I missed playing with you." Peter got close to me, wrapped his arms around me and leaned in as if to kiss me.

I turned away, only to be blocked by Addison. I turned away from him, only to realize that they had formed a ring around me, me powerless to escape. I grabbed my iPhone and texted Four, saying

HELP

But one of them knocked it out of my hands before I could hit send.

I fought them off for a bit, but they were too strong for me. I was forced to go limp. Peter shot me in the leg and arm.

As they advanced, I looked around desperately for help (I was on my back on the grass). There was no one.

No one but a familiar looking girl and taller boy, holding an iPhone and staring straight at me with a worried expression.

Sorry for the wait, this is one of my hardest memories to write. HUGE thanks to all of my reviewers! Please, continue to R&R!