Chapter 13

Jo was waiting for me on the porch. She took one look at me underneath the porch light then led me to Miguel's car.

After she said hello to Miguel, Jo asked, "What did you do to the stupid prick, Leigh? Do I need to remind him of my nun chuck skills?"

Blood welled from my knuckles, so I wiped it on my plaid bondage pants.

"I punched him," I said, my voice shaking slightly.

"Oh, God," said Miguel, and he shifted in his seat as he pulled onto the road. "Do I want to know what happened?"

"Probably not," Jo said. "When I get through with him, I'll be a brotherless Jo."

Miguel gave a nervous laugh and then quickly changed the subject. "Here's the rules for the party. No flashlights. No screaming. We don't want to attract the cops."

No worries. I wouldn't scream. But if anyone really tried to wake the dead, I would make them scream. Blood kept dotting my knuckles. I didn't bother to wipe it away. Just thinking about them reminded me how much they hurt, how much I hurt.