𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 - kiara carrera¹

𝒙𝒍𝒗𝒊. 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕

"WE FUCKING FOUND IT."

John B lifted Tatum in the air, who was already losing her balance from the concussion she had just received. But they were both too happy to worry. She spun around in glee and handed him the chunk of gold she had found.

"We fucking found it," she repeated, following him back through the muddy crawlspace that lead to the secret room.

"Code red! John B, Tatum, hey up!"

At JJ's panicked voice, the two shared a confused. Look. They had the gold. They could go anywhere they wanted now. Why was everyone so stressed all of a sudden?

They calmly continued to make their way back to the rope, hearing the distant screams and shouts of their friends above them. Though, to Tatum's delicate ears, it sounded like they were cheering them on. So she grinned and climbed up that thing as fast as she could, excited for everyone to start kissing her ass.

Which wasn't fast at all.

The impact the fall had on her head made her incredibly dizzy and tired. Every time she pushed herself further, she felt as though she'd collapse. Behind her, John B was also worrying the same thing. If she fell, they'd both fall. And this time, she really would die.

They were suddenly being lifted. Tatum giggled as she felt herself fly. Genuinely thinking she had wings, the dipsy girl let go of the rope, sending alarm bells through John B's head.

Before she could hit the ground, he let go of one hand and used it to catch hers. The weight of the rope became heavier when the two of the were holding on together.

"Weeee!" giggled Tatum like a child, oblivious to the danger she had just put her and John B through.

"Please don't be brain dead," muttered the boy, shaking his head and trying to stop a laugh coming out of his mouth as he watched her dangle with delight.

As they came closer to the top, their friends shouts became clearer. They soon bagan to panic, too. Well, John B did - Tatum was still lost in la la land. Maybe hitting your head was better than drugs.

"Come on!" JJ called, heaving the rope back once more, bringing the two to the edge of the well.

John B lifted Tatum up first, and the other three boys quickly carried her to the floor.

She looked terrible. Covered in water, moss, blood, sand and mud, her head spraying with bright vermilion.

Kiara ran to her side the moment she seen her. "Oh, my God," she gasped, holding her head up in support. "What the hell happened?"

"Maybank tried killing her," Thomas answered simply.

"I did not -"

A gunshot rung through the room.

Everyone screamed.

Except the Quinn Twins, who grabbed that sound like a blanket of warmth. Natural, comfortable. Home.

The woman holding up the shotgun looked like could be engaged to Satan. There was no colour in her eyes, no pupils - just large circles of pearl.

"Oh, I guess she is alive," Thomas shrugged, like it was nothing.

"You think?" hissed Pope, almost pissing himself in terror.

Kiara lifted Tatum into her arms and threw her at the corner of the room, hiding her behind the thick pipes with Sarah.

She rubbed her head, wincing when her muddy palm collided with the large wound she'd received.

"She can't aim for shit," Kiara told her in a way of assurance.