supposed to be keeping watch for Glitch and Coin, but Kelsie couldnât help joining in with the audience. Becoming part of the excitement.
Then a jolt went through herâit hadnât come from the crowd, but from deep inside her.
âHey,â Chizara said, âisnât that the Parker-Hamilton in the background?â
Kelsie stayed silent, hoping it wasnât.
âI guess they shot this last summer, before it was demolished.â
Kelsie couldnât answer. She remembered her dad tied up,the countdown to the hotelâs demolition ringing in their ears. Sheâd thought she was going to die there too.
Chizara was looking at her. âKelsie?â
Kelsie gripped the armrests. She felt sick.
She shut her eyes against the sight of the doomed hotel. But it was too late. The flashbacks had started. Tied up in a car trunk, a bag over her head. Then strapped to a concrete pole on an abandoned floor of the hotel. Her dad nearby, beaten nearly to death. Too far away for her to reach out to him.
Her dad in the hospital. Her dad dying. Dead. Gone.
She started to sweat. This sequence played out in her dreams sometimes, but never when she was awake.
The world began to spin around her. And with it, the theater crowd spun too. Her fear flooded out into the room. The movie soundtrack grew ominous, dragging them all along with it.
Kelsie opened her eyes, taking deep breaths. Trying to put herself back in the story. The fictional story. The one on the screen, not the one playing over and over in her head.
This movie was about someone else. A nameless girl on-screen. It wasnât about Kelsie.
But then the stalking camera made its move, closing swiftly in a parking lot. A bright, shiny needle went into the girlâs neck. She swooned, and was shoved into the waiting trunk of a car. . . .
âOh my God.â
Panic flooded Kelsie. Her hand shot out and gripped Chizaraâs arm.
She tried to stand, but the shaky darkness of the trunk had swallowed her will. By now the whole crowd was swept up with Kelsie, her fear roaring and rebounding off the movie theaterâs walls.
The nightmares sheâd been swallowing for six months came tumbling out.
CHAPTER 17
CRASH
CHIZARA FOUGHT FOR CONTROL .
Kelsieâs fear spilled over from the next seat, ricocheting around the theater. It was much stronger than the images on the screenâtightening ropes, the villainâs cold-lit faceâand the stings of foreboding music.
The fear made it harder to bear the hundreds of needling phones in the audience behind her, and the knot of itchy pain in the back of her head from the multichannel speaker system. With Mobâs power drenching her, Chizara had to consciously fend off every spike of tech.
She held Kelsieâs hand tight. On-screen the trunk lid slammed shut, and Chizara felt the thump of Kelsieâs fear in her gut.
âItâs all right,â she muttered.
âNo.â Kelsie shook her head. âItâs not.â
In brief scraps of screen light Chizara made out Kelsieâs staring eyes. With each jangle and scrape of the soundtrack more fear was welling out of her.
But itâs her fear, not mine, Chizara thought, ferociously trying to keep the two separate. Kelsieâs fear of . . .
Of course. Last summer. Sack over the head, trunk, tied wristsâthis was the worst day of Kelsieâs life all over again. This crappy movie had let those bad memories loose. Chizara felt them reaching deep inside her, blotting out her rational mind.
With a massive effort she twisted from the screen to the audience. People clutched each other, blank-faced and cowering in their seats. A few called out curses, prayers, each otherâs names, from mouths square with terror. And the fear kept ratcheting up.
âYouâve got to control this, Kelsie!â Chizara called out over the noise.
âHow?â Kelsie gasped.
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