Back The Woods
Chapters (67)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. August 2008
  7. NOW
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. THEN
  13. Chapter 5
  14. NOW
  15. ANOTHER SUMMER OF DEATH?
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. THEN
  19. Chapter 9
  20. NOW
  21. Chapter 10
  22. Chapter 11
  23. Chapter 12
  24. Chapter 13
  25. THEN
  26. Chapter 14
  27. NOW
  28. Chapter 15
  29. Chapter 16
  30. Chapter 17
  31. THEN
  32. SECOND BODY FOUND
  33. NOW
  34. Chapter 19
  35. Chapter 20
  36. Chapter 21
  37. Chapter 22
  38. Chapter 23
  39. THEN
  40. Chapter 24
  41. NOW
  42. Chapter 25
  43. Chapter 26
  44. Chapter 27
  45. Chapter 28
  46. Chapter 29
  47. THEN
  48. Chapter 30
  49. NOW
  50. Chapter 31
  51. Chapter 32
  52. Chapter 33
  53. Chapter 34
  54. Chapter 35
  55. THEN
  56. Chapter 36
  57. NOW
  58. Chapter 37
  59. Chapter 38
  60. Chapter 39
  61. Chapter 40
  62. Chapter 41
  63. TRAGIC TALE OF ARABELLA COOPERREACHES ITS SAD CONCLUSION
  64. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  65. Discover More
  66. About the Author
  67. Also by Vanessa Savage

Oh, I really can’t deal with this now. I glance up toward Karen’s office window, but the blinds are down.

“What do you want, Mr. Martin?”

“What do I want? You attack my daughter, go into hiding, and you’re asking what do I want?”

“I’m not going to discuss this with you now.” I juggle the box in my arms as it threatens to fall.

“Fired you, have they?” Mr. Martin says, staring at the box. He’s not a big man, but he’s blocking my path, all self-righteous anger shining bright on his red face. Has he been sitting outside the school all day, waiting for me to come back? How close to the edge is he? I can’t reach my phone to call the police without dropping the box and alerting him and we’re too far from the school building for anyone to hear if I call for help.

“I said, I’m not going to discuss this now. You need to be home taking care of your daughter.”

He freezes. “Don’t you tell me what to do with my own kid—it’s you she needs protecting from, you stupid bitch.”

“No,” I say through gritted teeth. “It’s not me she needs protecting from. Don’t you care that some man is sending her bloody photos of himself naked? Don’t you care that he asked her out when she was fourteen fucking years old? You were told all this, but all you seem to care about is getting one over on me and the school. It’s not me she needs protecting from, it’s the forty-year-old man sending her pornographic photos.”

I realize he’s shaking, all the red-faced swagger gone.

“Get out of my way. And don’t you dare come near me again or it’ll be me going to the police. You’ll be on the school CCTV.”

He stands back and stares at me, shaking his head. “You’re insane. Fucking insane.”

God, how did this get so complicated? That time I saw those pictures on Rebecca’s phone, it was instinct that made me take it. She was laughing and bragging about having sex with some forty-year-old, but I saw something else in her face; I saw the shadow of Nicole Wallace and Annie Weston and Bella and me. I saw me in her face. And I wanted…I wanted to protect her, that was all.