Page 74 of Stalk Me (The Keatyn Chronicles 1)
He’s so sweet. I start typing my reply.
Garrett practically rips my phone out of my hands. “What are you doing? You can’t have this. ”
“I need to talk to my friends. Explain to them what’s going on. ”
He sits down next to me. “This is going to be the hard part. You can’t talk to your friends. You can’t tell them anything. ”
“I can’t just leave. I have to explain it to them. Like Cush. He and I . . . like, I can’t just disappear with no reason. ”
“You have a very big reason why you need to do just that. Was he the other boy in the photos?”
“Yes, that was him. ”
“What does Vincent think your relationship with him is?”
“Um, Cush was my date at one of the parties in the pictures, but I told Vincent he was just my friend . . . wait, do you think he’s in danger? Do you think my friends could be in danger?”
“I think he will use any means necessary to find you. ”
“Last Vincent heard, I was dating Brooklyn. I told him about our summer in Europe. ” I think about Cush and how happy I felt tonight. I lower my voice so only he can hear. “You don’t understand. I told Cush that I loved him tonight. We’re getting back together. Like, I finally figured out who the right guy for me was. Please don’t make me leave without talking to him. I can’t do that to him. He would be so hurt. He got hurt once because of me already. Please, I’ll lie to him if I have to, but I have to talk to him. I have to. ”
Garrett pulls up my last text and shakes his head. “You already told him too much. ”
“People are saying I’m a drug addict. ”
“The more false rumors about you the better. ”
Tears start streaming down my face.
Garrett leans closer to me. “You care a lot about him, right?”
I nod. “He loves me. All of me. ”
“Why did you agree to boarding school? Why, when your mom wanted you to go somewhere with them, did you agree to go off on your own?”
“Because I’m afraid for my little sisters. I’d rather leave them and never see them again than have anyone hurt them. ”
“You should be afraid for Cush too. If you love him, you won’t talk to him. I know it’s hard. It’s awful, but he can’t know. Sometimes when people enter witness protection we have to make their families believe they’re dead. We hold real funerals, the whole deal. If killers see real emotion from the family, the family is safe from harm. ”
“Are you going to say I died?”
“No. If Abby Johnston’s daughter died it would make the news. We have to keep the press in the dark. In a few days we’ll have a plan worked out. I’m personally going to check out this school and make sure the security is good enough. ”
I wipe my tears and smile a bit. “Thank you. ”
Mom sits down next to me and wraps her arm around my shoulder.
Garrett says, “And when it’s all over, we’ll tell everyone the truth. ”
I say softly, “And when will that be? After he succeeds in kidnapping me, or when I’m dead?”
“Keatyn Elizabeth!” Mom screeches. “Don’t you dare say such a thing. ”
“It’s what everyone is thinking, Mom. ”
Tommy steps in. “Abby, try to stay calm. She’s right. We all thought it, and we all pray that never happens. ” He turns to face me. “You seem better. More sure of yourself. You’ve made up your mind, haven’t you? You have that same stubborn look Gracie always gets. ”
“Yes, I have. It feels like the right thing to do. ”
Garrett says, “We’ll figure this all out. If you go to boarding school, which I think is an excellent idea, you can’t go as yourself. Mr. Moran,” he turns to Damian’s dad, “you can’t even tell your friend who she really is. You can't tell anyone who you are, Keatyn. Not only can you not use your phone, but I also want a list of all your social media profiles and passwords. We’ll change your passwords, so you won’t be tempted to get on, and we’ll monitor them. ”
“Got it. No phone. No social media. So who am I going to be?”
“Keatyn Monroe,” Mom says. “That was my great grandma’s maiden name. That’s what I almost named you. Monroe Douglas. But Keatyn Monroe sounds better, don’t you think?”
“That’s a good name,” Millie says. “I like it. ”
Garrett adds, “And you’ll need a cover story. A backstory. You're going to have to tell people lies about who you are. That's the hard part. In these situations, we find the more we can leave about you that’s true, the easier it will be to lie about who you are. ”
I set the computer back on my lap and click through more pictures.
Students at football and soccer games. Students in classrooms. The gorgeous old buildings. It looks like a nice, safe place.
I click on the school’s calendar.
“We’re gonna have to do all this pretty quickly. Orientation is this coming Thursday. ”
“Okay,” Mom says. “Do you think we could try and eat some of this food?”
Tommy and James go around the house and double-check every door and window. They already have security surrounding the house.
I pick at some of the food and look out at a guard standing on the deck.
And realize I still don’t feel safe.
Wednesday, August 24th
Click your heels together.
1pm
The last few days have been awful. Damian went back to Europe on Sunday, and I’ve been going stir crazy. They won’t let me leave the house.
