Chapter 6

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Cassie's P.O.V.
I couldn't believe my eyes. My best friend. A kidnapper. Corbyn looks at me with sad eyes, clearly scared that I would hurt him, the way she hurt him. "Are going gonna help me or what!?" I nod to play along. "I've gotta go to the bathroom first." I go to the bathroom and I dial 911, I explain everything, then I go to 'help' my no longer best friend.

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