Chapter 18

I had completely forgotten about Caroline. She might as well have ceased to exist, she honestly had not crossed my mind once since that night at the party. But now, as I watched her standing in my apartment, every encounter I had ever had with her came rushing through my mind.

There were so many questions flying through my head, so many thoughts that I couldn't place. However, what seemed to come out to me the hardest was the little voice at the back of my head telling me that I was in danger.

I couldn't make a run for it. Caroline was standing directly in front of my apartment door, blocking the only exit that I had. I glanced around and saw my phone that was lying on the floor not too far away from where I was. I could grab it and call for help before Caroline reached me.

"Don't even think about it," Caroline said as if reading my mind. I don't know how I hadn't noticed it earlier. The gleam of silver, the sharp edge, Caroline was holding a knife in her hand.