Chapter 8
After successfully snagging the key with Luke still in his embrace, Jake sneaked into the garage, getting them both into an expensive Ferrari, Seth’s if Jake wasn’t mistaken, and started the engine. With a remote control he opened the garage door and it hummed softly, sliding upward to reveal the thinning evening.
And most importantly—freedom.
Jake prayed silently that no one would notice their disappearance too soon or guess where they were going. With a final glance toward Luke, securely tied with the seat belt, Jake slid out of the garage and away from the wicked house.
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“Hhh.” Luke shivered and attempted to curl up but was stopped by the belt across his chest. The movement caused his back to scrape against the soft cover of the car seat. He arched at the twinge and his eyes opened. Uncertain, he turned sideways and met Jake’s droopy blue eyes.
“Hi, there,” greeted Jake quietly. “How’re you feeling?” Luke stuttered a question.
“Where am I?”