Page 115 of The Ruthless Boys (Adamson All-Boys Academy 2)
Instead, I end up stumbling down a gravel path and under a massive red gate that gives me the fucking creeps. It’s dark out here, and quiet, and I have no idea where my attackers are. Pausing, I take a moment to catch my breath and look around, trying to orient myself.
That’s when I hear the footsteps again, pounding after me, and I know I have to keep going. I’m leaving a dripping trail of water that’s going to lead these psychos right to me.
So I keep running, down the path and toward what looks like a building of some sort. It’s a slim chance, but there could be someone in there, right?
I head that way, only to come to a skidding stop, my feet going out from under me as gravel sprays out in an arc.
My eyes refuse to believe what’s right there in front of me.
Lying atop some sort of shrine is a boy, dressed in a yukata, a knife protruding from his chest. One of his hands is flung out to the side, fingers slightly curled, blood dripping into a wet pool beside him.
His eyes are open, staring up at the roof of the old building, and he is most definitely, one hundred percent, without a doubt … dead.
Murdered.
Footsteps sound on the gravel behind me, and a hand clamps firmly down on my shoulder.
I am so fucking screwed.
