Chap. 6

YOUR POV: 

I woke up, my face pressed against my bed, gravel marks stained to my cheek. Billy, Griffin, Bruce, and Vance had managed to sleep practically on top of each other, like a bunch of wild animals. I sighed, picking myself up, and getting myself up again. 

'RING' 

I shuddered again as it rang. I wanted to pace-- something I do when I get ungodly nervous. But instead, I grabbed the phone, the cold material pressing against my head. Another eerie voice was on the line, but it wasn't Mikey's. This time it was a girl. 

"Hello?" I asked semi-confidently. 

"Hello..." 

I recognized her voice. 10 year old Tara Collins, probably The Grabbers youngest victim. 

"Tara?" 

"Maybe, I don't know. It's the first thing you lose." 

"When what?" 

"When he wins. Listen, don't go upstairs. The door is open, but it's a trap. A trap aiming towards his f*cking belt. He'll beat you so hard you lose your senses. Then you start the game." 

"What game?" 

"Naughty boy. But that doesn't matter. Just don't go upstairs." 

And just like that, she hung up, a voice dinging along the dial. I sighed, I wanted to wake the boys up, tell them what I just heard. But maybe they would think I'm crazy. I should just do it anyway. 

As I shook the boys, they groaned and grumbled. "Guys!" I whisper-shouted, as they sat up. "What?" They all said in unison, and I sighed again. "The phone! Tara and Mikey called me on the phone!" 

I looked at the boys, waiting for their reactions. But the only one with even a smudge of shock from their face was Bruce, and he had gotten here the same time I had. "Yeah that happens a lot" Vance shrugged, leaning back on the mattress. 

"Now let us sleep. We haven't eaten in days and are super worn out" Vance nodded, as the boys smiled at me. "Night y/n!" Griffin smiled, and I almost sobbed. They didn't care. They didn't even think to tell me. But still, I sat on the ground, trying to finish what Mikey started. 

Around an estimated three hours later, the phone rang once again. I trudged over, practically going crazy deciding whether to pick it up or to let it ring. The same familiar chill sent itself up my ear, where the phone was placed.

"Hello? Mikey? Tara?" I asked, and a rude greasy voice came across. 

"Okay listen motherf*cker. I KNOW you did not just call me a ten year old girl." the voice growled. Jesse Hood. Vance's best friend, second toughest guy in school. Kicked the sh*t out of Robin Arellano. After that day, he seemed to scare me. 

"Jesse? Jesse Hood?" 

"I thought you told me I was the f*cking fifth grader." 

Yup, that's Jesse. 

"You were here?" 

"Course I was. I'm on the phone, aren't I?" 

"Well... yes.. but" 

"No buts. Listen, I couldn't beat 'em. So, whatever you do, don't use strength. I ain't wanna see that go down again. Outsmart him, and use those nerdy a*s kids in here to do that"

Without another explanation, Jesse hung up, leaving me to wallow in my thoughts.