Chapter 17

Emma

“Jay?” I fall back on my ass and cover my eyes with my hands, this can’t be real… he can’t be real!

I look up, but I can still see his face. He leans his head to the left and a slow evil smirk spreads wide across his face. Please let this be a dream! I squeeze my eyes shut while covering them again with my hands. I pull my knees up to my chest and my body rocks back and forth of its own accord. My heart is pounding so hard it physically hurts, and my hands and back are dripping in sweat while all the air is leaving my lungs, leaving me struggling to breathe, struggling to think.

“Hey, fatty!” my head shoots up, but he’s still there.

“This isn’t real, you’re dead!”

He straightens his head as he takes a step closer to me before getting down on his haunches, so we are eye to eye.

“Do I look dead piggy?” he winks at me and I want to throw up all over again.

I go to scream, but he has already sensed it and his hand quickly comes