(Olivia)
As I opened my eyes, a sharp pain throbbed at the back of my head, and my vision was blurred. I struggled to sit up, realizing I was on the floor, somewhere dark and cold.
Panic started to creep in as I tried to remember where I was and what had happened. Then I saw him—Aaron, standing a few feet away, his back to me as he spoke on the phone in a low, tense voice.
“Aaron,” I whispered, my voice barely making a sound. He turned, his eyes widening with surprise. He reached into his jacket, pulling out a gun.
“Don’t scream,” He warned, his voice cold, his tone firm.
“Don’t make a sound.” I froze, every muscle in my body locking up as I stared at the weapon in his hand.
My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last, and I swallowed, nodding slowly to show I und
