Chapter 6

A glance over my shoulder showed Johnny shoving Judy away. She staggered back, tangled her feet together, and landed on a sofa only to slide off and wind up on the floor.

“Ow!”

Meanwhile, Johnny wheeled around, and I backed away in an attempt to put as much distance between us as I could.

It wasn’t enough. He came storming toward us.

Leslie squeaked and ducked behind me, and the next thing I knew, everything exploded in a burst of pain, my eyes rolled up in my head, and everything went black.

* * * *

“Drey? Come on, sweetie, please open your eyes. You have to open your eyes.”

I did? Okay, that was my mom, and when she asked me to do something, I did it. Or at least tried to. My eyelids felt as if they were glued together.

I began to panic. “I can’t see. Why are my eyelashes stuck together?” I raised my left hand to pry them open, then froze at the tug and sting in my forearm.

“Don’t move, okay? You’re hooked up to an IV. I’ll explain in a minute. Let me wet a washcloth.”