Savage Little Lies by Eden O’Neill

Chapter Eighteen

Sloane

The animal kept getting closer. Its angry teeth kept getting closer.

Its monster eyes…

Mommy kept tugging me toward it, my feet skidding on the floor.

“You have to. You have to go,” she said, tears in her eyes. Why was Mommy crying? “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“No!” I screamed, jerking at her hand. She let go, and I raced away.

“Noa!”

I kept running. Running so fast. There were so many people around, and I kept pushing through them, stumbling.

I tripped.

I fell.

My sleeve caught on something, and it ripped.

There was so much blood.

I didn’t see it long before someone pushed me into a wall. I hit my head.

The world went black.