Summer POV

“Are you okay?” Estelle asked.

“No, I’m not.”

“Where’s the car?” Vik barked.

“Gone,” Brook groaned, clutching her head.

We got our asses kicked by an older woman. I shifted and noticed my pants were damp. Don’t tell me I peed myself. Gardenia wasn’t that scary!

I looked down and saw the stain on my dark blue jeans.

“Oh-oh no,” I gasped.

“What’s wrong Summer?” Estelle asked.

She followed my gaze. Everything happened so fast. Voices overlapped and my ...