Back Stabber (Quite Literally)

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Caylie POV

What ever it is, she's digging it in further and further. It's really starting to hurt. Thankfully, it hasn't broken the skin. Yet.

I hear and see my my attacker behind me. I take in a deep, shaky breath. I won't show any more weakness than that.

"I-I could ask you the same thing" I spit, trying to sound as normal as possible.

She smiles. "Very funny. But really we both know you already know that. Why else would you be here?"
I try to look confused. "I was... Just going to... er.. use the bathroom." I say unconvincingly.

Cheryl chuckles. She looks down at me. "First of all, why on earth would you come out this far in the forest, just to use the bathroom? Goodness...." She laughs again "Second, you know perfectly well why I was there. And third, I know perfectly well that you won't tell anyone." It's my turn to laugh.

"About what? You meeting some stranger in the forest? Why on earth wouldn't I tell anyone that you are a back-stabbing traitor?" She looks at me with a cruel expression.

"I don't care about you telling someone I met a bloke in the forest." she says to my surprise "You just can't tell anyone about my, our, plans." She grins.

"Me and my little friend have been planning this for months, and a little sneak like you isn't going to ruin it." She twists the the thing in further. I try to focuse on somthing else.

"You-you haven't answered my other question" I say tensly "Why w-wouldn't I tell somone in the first place?"

She glowers at me.

"Because", she starts, "If you find Jack, Marissa won't be healed. I can promise you that if you find Jack, I will heal Marissa. But only if you don't tell. Trust me.. Kate can't help."

"Am I understood?" She says. Marissa. I have to let her save Marissa.

Without a tear, or any sign of weakness, I sit up and say in the rudest way that a person can say one word, "Yes."

She smiles once more as she twists the thing in further, barely breaking my skin.

"Good."

I hear the click of a button as something like a needle goes into my arm and I black out.

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