He looked like he was about to say something, but then his phone buzzed. He checked it, and I saw his face change. He didn’t even hesitate. “Tonight is Nivianne’s birthday. Get ready. You’re coming with me.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the car before I could say a word.
I didn’t fight. My father and my brother were already safe, thanks to Wilbert’s grandfather. All that was left was my last step.
That night, we went to her yacht party. Music and laughter filled the air, but all I felt was hollow. I hadn’t even stepped far when Nivianne blocked me at the stairs.
She leaned close and whispered with a smirk. “Strange. Why aren’t you cured yet? I told the doctor to shock you harder. Or maybe the drugs he used on you expired? Tell me, how did it feel? Like ants crawling inside your veins? Like bee stings tearing your skin? Was it fun?”
I didn’t even look at her. I just kept texting Wilbert’s father about the plan. Tonight was the night.
She slapped my phone out of my hand, and it cracked against the floor. Her eyes glittered with triumph.