Chapter TwelveAt first, Spice thought she was dreaming. She felt rough hands shaking her. It wasn’t a dream. She fought to remain asleep. She was so tired. A stinging slap to her left cheek broke the chains of slumber and she woke with a racing heart and adrenaline pumping though her veins. Jeb held her shoulders and stared into her eyes with a wild and angry look.
‘What the f**k happened to Mitch?’ he shouted so hard that spittle flew into her face.
Spice’s insides shrank to the size of a pea as she looked into Jeb’s eyes. She felt like screaming: It wasn’t me. I didn’t hurt him. I saved him. Whatever she said wouldn’t matter. Spice knew that Jeb needed an outlet for his rage and she would suffer. The petrified girl lay on her back as he leant over her. She had never felt so vulnerable
