LIAM
I try finding my small burner phone trucked in my sock and I am grateful that it's not dead. With shaking hands, I dial one of the numbers in there.
"Hey, it's me. I have messed up. Yeah, three human girls … I don't know what happened but I need you to help me with this."
I don't say another word, the person on the other line telling me they will take care of it.
I stumble out of the room but then when I open the door, the bright sunlight almost blinds me. Squinting, I look at myself and that's when I realize I can't walk out of here looking like this.
I am bloodied from head to toe. I will surely get arrested, and when I am supposed to be dead or unaccounted for, they will have everything to pin me.
I lock the door and go to the small bathroom. When I look at myself in the dirty mirror, a wave of nausea hits me and I retch on the sink. I puke p everything in my stomach until I am heaving.
