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Chapter 34
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"It's getting late" Seth grumbled in annoyance, as I answered his call. I was still at the shooting range with Chris, and it seemed – like always – we had lost track of time.
"Is it? Got distracted" I replied, glancing at my watch. It was almost one am.
"Are you alone?"
"Nah, still with Chris. I'll head back once we've put the stuff away".
"Alright, baby, I'll see you in a minute" Seth sighed. I was about to hang up when he spoke up again. "Actually, don't leave. I'm going to come and get you".
"Seth, I'm fine. It'll take my ten minutes to get to you. If you're that worried, then I'll get Chris to walk me".
"No, I want you to wait for me. I'm leaving now". He hung up the phone before I could argue anymore. I groaned in annoyance before slipping my phone back into my pocket. Chris lowered his bow and raised an eyebrow.
"We're done?" he assumed correctly.
"Yeah, Seth is on his way to pick me up".
"Wow your dad is strict" he teased.
"I know, maybe Daddy will punish me for being late" I grinned cheekily.
"Oh gross". Chris pretended to retch as I laughed warmly. "Let's change the damn subject before I chuck up all that food your mother forced me to eat".
"Prude". I stuck my tongue out at him and we laughed. Chris opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted. A terrifying scream pierced the silent night and both Chris and I jumped in shock.
The scream came from nearby, close outside the shooting range. My heart began to race and, for a terrifying second, I flashed back to the night Yemi had attacked me. A shiver ran through my body as I tried to shake the memory off. Another scream sounded, before another women shouted for help.
Chris didn't pause, he grabbed one of the bags of arrows and slung it over his bag. He turned to me and paused. "Stay here". And with that, he loaded up an arrow and flew out the door.
"Not fucking likely" I muttered, threw my own bag of arrows onto my bag and snapped an arrow and bow into position. I then followed after Chris, only a few steps behind him. He was creeping slowly into the deep forest, in the direction of where the screams had come from.
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