Chapter 115
The sharp smell of gasoline assaulted his senses—only when he held his breath did he realize he’d gotten it back. The coppery scent of his own blood made him swoon. “Stay under there,” Darian said. Stacy didn’t need to be told twice.
Sirens screamed into the night, deafening as they neared. Stacy pinched his tender nose and waited, hoped, prayedfor the bleeding to stop…and the madness to end.
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Later, after Lamar zoomed off with a patrol car in pursuit and Darian gave a statement to the police, Stacy crawled out from under the truck. An emt on the scene checked his nose to make sure it wasn’t broken, then closed the cut on his cheek with butterfly-shaped bandages. “You’ll pull through,” she told him, wiping the dirt and blood off his face. Stacy stared at a spot on the ground by her feet and didn’t answer.