The Fracture

POV: Fiona

I ran.

My legs burned, my lungs screamed, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. The alley, the blood, the twisted laughter echoing in my head — it all blurred into a suffocating haze. I sprinted through the empty streets, the cold night air slicing through my skin, tears streaming down my face like I could outrun the pain if I just kept moving.

The city blurred past me, neon lights flickering like dying stars. I didn't care where I was going. I just needed to get away. My pulse pounded so loudly it drowned out the world, my heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to break free.

Jeremy's voice clung to me like poison.

"He didn't pick you up because he cared about you. He picked you up because it gave him a way in."