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Panic
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Sharon M. Draper3,760 ratings, 3.52 average rating, 628 reviews
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“Donny, don't be like this.”
“I saw you checkin' out Justin backstage.”
“Huh? What are you talkin' about?”
“You savin' it for him?”
“What? You trippin'! Justin means nothing to me. Why you always gotta go there?”
“I'm just sayin'..."
“Take me home, Donny. Please. Don't make me prove anything tonight. I need to be alone to think and rest. Please.”
He stopped at another red light, reached over and grabbed her left arm. Hard. His fingernails clawed into her skin.
Layla cried out.
“You're hurting me,” she whispered.
“Love hurts,” he said sharply.
He released her arm when the light changed, but his face was stone.
“I want to go home,” she pleaded, rubbing her arm.
“Okay, you win,” he said finally. “But remember, you owe me.”
― Panic
“I saw you checkin' out Justin backstage.”
“Huh? What are you talkin' about?”
“You savin' it for him?”
“What? You trippin'! Justin means nothing to me. Why you always gotta go there?”
“I'm just sayin'..."
“Take me home, Donny. Please. Don't make me prove anything tonight. I need to be alone to think and rest. Please.”
He stopped at another red light, reached over and grabbed her left arm. Hard. His fingernails clawed into her skin.
Layla cried out.
“You're hurting me,” she whispered.
“Love hurts,” he said sharply.
He released her arm when the light changed, but his face was stone.
“I want to go home,” she pleaded, rubbing her arm.
“Okay, you win,” he said finally. “But remember, you owe me.”
― Panic
“Layla sighed. “Mom, can we maybe talk about some stuff tonight? I'll send Donny on his way, and I can ride with you.”
“Tonight? Oh, sweetie, can we talk about it in the morning? You'll see things differently then anyway.”
Layla's mother dug in her purse and pulled out her cell phone.
Layla's heart sank. “Are you going out?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.
“I've got a date,” her mom said, a distracted smile lighting her face as she scrolled through her text messages.
A too-familiar pressure tightened in Layla's chest. She lowered her voice and said angrily, “You and Daddy are not divorced! He's coming back!”
She and her mother had had this conversation far too many times.
“Layla, I'm not going to marry the guy. We've been over this! I just deserve a little fun in my life,” her mother replied in exasperation.
“Well, I hope you take a shower before you go out,” Layla lashed back. “You stink of chicken grease!”
“And I bothered to hurry over and see you!” Mrs. Ridgewood fumed. “Tell Donovan to have you home at a decent hour.”
Her eyes stinging with tears, Layla looked around and hoped no one had heard their conversation.
The lobby was almost empty. Justin was leaning against a table, waiting for his dad, but he wasn't looking her way.”
― Panic
“Tonight? Oh, sweetie, can we talk about it in the morning? You'll see things differently then anyway.”
Layla's mother dug in her purse and pulled out her cell phone.
Layla's heart sank. “Are you going out?” she asked, even though she knew the answer.
“I've got a date,” her mom said, a distracted smile lighting her face as she scrolled through her text messages.
A too-familiar pressure tightened in Layla's chest. She lowered her voice and said angrily, “You and Daddy are not divorced! He's coming back!”
She and her mother had had this conversation far too many times.
“Layla, I'm not going to marry the guy. We've been over this! I just deserve a little fun in my life,” her mother replied in exasperation.
“Well, I hope you take a shower before you go out,” Layla lashed back. “You stink of chicken grease!”
“And I bothered to hurry over and see you!” Mrs. Ridgewood fumed. “Tell Donovan to have you home at a decent hour.”
Her eyes stinging with tears, Layla looked around and hoped no one had heard their conversation.
The lobby was almost empty. Justin was leaning against a table, waiting for his dad, but he wasn't looking her way.”
― Panic
“Layla almost jumped.
“Donovan,” she said with a sigh. “Time to go. He's gotta go to work after he takes me home.”
“Girl, that dude sure has got you on a tight chain,” Jillian remarked.
“You don't know what you're talking about. Donovan is the best thing that ever happened to me,” Layla shot back.
“You bombed your dance because of him,” Jillian said, exasperated. “He made you lose your concentration, showing up backstage.”
“That was not Donny's bad,” Layla replied hotly. “I was the only one on that stage. I just messed up.”
― Panic
“Donovan,” she said with a sigh. “Time to go. He's gotta go to work after he takes me home.”
“Girl, that dude sure has got you on a tight chain,” Jillian remarked.
“You don't know what you're talking about. Donovan is the best thing that ever happened to me,” Layla shot back.
“You bombed your dance because of him,” Jillian said, exasperated. “He made you lose your concentration, showing up backstage.”
“That was not Donny's bad,” Layla replied hotly. “I was the only one on that stage. I just messed up.”
― Panic
“Donovan looked her up and down. “What's that you wearin'?”
“It's my costume!” she answered, frustration in her voice, but Justin noticed she pulled the edge of her leotard farther down over her butt cheeks.
“You shouldn't be backstage, Donny. You'll get me in trouble.”
“I don't like it,” he snarled. “All I can see is your boobs and your butt.”
“I'm a dancer,” she replied angrily. “It's what we wear. Now go sit down in the audience!”
“That's my beef,” he continued, still in her space. “You show too much. And you look to me like you're gaining weight!”
Layla paused. “I do?”
She looked down at her thighs.
“Who you showin' off for?” Donny hissed.
“Please,” she said, lowering her voice. “Let's talk about this after the performance.”
“Change your clothes!” he demanded.
“You're crazy! I'm up next.”
She reached out to him, pleading.
He grabbed both her wrists, hard. “No girl of mine is gonna dance like a stripper!”
In tears now, Layla pushed him away. “It's ballet!”
― Panic
“It's my costume!” she answered, frustration in her voice, but Justin noticed she pulled the edge of her leotard farther down over her butt cheeks.
“You shouldn't be backstage, Donny. You'll get me in trouble.”
“I don't like it,” he snarled. “All I can see is your boobs and your butt.”
“I'm a dancer,” she replied angrily. “It's what we wear. Now go sit down in the audience!”
“That's my beef,” he continued, still in her space. “You show too much. And you look to me like you're gaining weight!”
Layla paused. “I do?”
She looked down at her thighs.
“Who you showin' off for?” Donny hissed.
“Please,” she said, lowering her voice. “Let's talk about this after the performance.”
“Change your clothes!” he demanded.
“You're crazy! I'm up next.”
She reached out to him, pleading.
He grabbed both her wrists, hard. “No girl of mine is gonna dance like a stripper!”
In tears now, Layla pushed him away. “It's ballet!”
― Panic
“Diamond awoke to darkness. She felt oddly woozy, and even though she kept blinking, she couldn't see a thing. When she turned her head even slightly, a pounding headache made her close her eyes once more.
"Where am I?" she thought groggily.
Then she remembered Thane and the dog named Bella and the daughter she never got to meet.
"Did I miss the auditions?"
She tried to remember, but her head felt like clotted cream. She waited a few minutes, then took a deep breath and tried to sit up, but her body seemed to be glued. To what? She couldn't move!
Her arms. Oh God, they were tied, stretched above her head. She seemed to be lying on something soft, a bed? And she was freezing. Why was she so cold?
Then, with a lurch of horror, she realized that she was wearing only her underwear. Where were her clothes? Oh my God! Oh my God! Where were her clothes?
Diamond tried to move once more, but her arms were held immobile.
"Ropes?" she wondered, confused, shaky. "Ropes? What's going on?"
She went deadly still. Rain pounded outside a window, thunder rumbled in the distance. A flash of lightning illuminated the room for just a second. She could make out furnitureâa chest of drawers, a chair. Two bulky square-shaped objects against a wall. She noticed a door to her left, but where were her clothes?
She pulled and tugged, but there was no slack in the ropes; she could not pull her arms free. She panicked. That's when she began to scream.”
― Panic
"Where am I?" she thought groggily.
Then she remembered Thane and the dog named Bella and the daughter she never got to meet.
"Did I miss the auditions?"
She tried to remember, but her head felt like clotted cream. She waited a few minutes, then took a deep breath and tried to sit up, but her body seemed to be glued. To what? She couldn't move!
Her arms. Oh God, they were tied, stretched above her head. She seemed to be lying on something soft, a bed? And she was freezing. Why was she so cold?
Then, with a lurch of horror, she realized that she was wearing only her underwear. Where were her clothes? Oh my God! Oh my God! Where were her clothes?
Diamond tried to move once more, but her arms were held immobile.
"Ropes?" she wondered, confused, shaky. "Ropes? What's going on?"
She went deadly still. Rain pounded outside a window, thunder rumbled in the distance. A flash of lightning illuminated the room for just a second. She could make out furnitureâa chest of drawers, a chair. Two bulky square-shaped objects against a wall. She noticed a door to her left, but where were her clothes?
She pulled and tugged, but there was no slack in the ropes; she could not pull her arms free. She panicked. That's when she began to scream.”
― Panic
“We're going to include Diamond in our prayer,” Miss Ginger said. “Praying is all I've been doing since I heard about her disappearance.”
“Do you think it will be on the news?” Zizi said dramatically. “I've never known anybody from an Amber Alert before. I think it would be cool to have your name used in an official police capacity.”
“Chill, Zizi. The child who had Amber Alert named after her did not survive,” Miss Ginger explained, her tone serious.
“Oh.” Zizi looked stricken. “I didn't know. Sorry.”
“I'm not sure if they will post an Amber Alert. There's so much we just don't know at this point,” Miss Ginger told them.”
― Panic
“Do you think it will be on the news?” Zizi said dramatically. “I've never known anybody from an Amber Alert before. I think it would be cool to have your name used in an official police capacity.”
“Chill, Zizi. The child who had Amber Alert named after her did not survive,” Miss Ginger explained, her tone serious.
“Oh.” Zizi looked stricken. “I didn't know. Sorry.”
“I'm not sure if they will post an Amber Alert. There's so much we just don't know at this point,” Miss Ginger told them.”
― Panic
“Layla sat on the floor in costume and makeup, waiting for the others for the pre-performance activities that Miss Ginger insisted on. First practice. Then pep talk and prayer.
Mercedes slipped into the tiny room and sat beside her, stretching a little.
“You okay?” Layla asked.
“Talking to the cops freaked me out,” Mercedes confessed. “How am I supposed to dance after that?”
Layla met her eyes. “I don't know if Diamond is kidnapped or at a party with movie stars. But somehow I'm not feeling a party.”
She spritzed more hair spray on her wayward curls.
“Yeah, me neither,” Mercedes admitted. “I got this bad feeling. Damn it! I never should have let her go to the food court alone.”
“Hey, you can't swallow this blame,” Layla told her. “That mall is like our second home. There was no way you could have guessed something bad would happen.”
“Yeah, I know, but I still feel responsible. I didn't need that new leotard! We shoulda stayed together. If I had just....”
― Panic
Mercedes slipped into the tiny room and sat beside her, stretching a little.
“You okay?” Layla asked.
“Talking to the cops freaked me out,” Mercedes confessed. “How am I supposed to dance after that?”
Layla met her eyes. “I don't know if Diamond is kidnapped or at a party with movie stars. But somehow I'm not feeling a party.”
She spritzed more hair spray on her wayward curls.
“Yeah, me neither,” Mercedes admitted. “I got this bad feeling. Damn it! I never should have let her go to the food court alone.”
“Hey, you can't swallow this blame,” Layla told her. “That mall is like our second home. There was no way you could have guessed something bad would happen.”
“Yeah, I know, but I still feel responsible. I didn't need that new leotard! We shoulda stayed together. If I had just....”
― Panic
“Layla gasped as Miss Ginger said, “We've contacted the police, and they'll want to speak to you as soon as they get here.”
“The police? Why? Diamond didn't do anything bad! Just stupid,” Mercedes said, confusion on her face.
“Mercedes, she left the mall with a stranger. It's a potentially dangerous situation,” Miss Ginger said, loud enough for them all to hear. “So we can't be too careful.”
“Well, yeah, but...”
Diamond's mother reached out and touched Mercedes' hand.
“Are you sure you didn't see who she left with? Do you know if it was a man or a woman?” she asked, desperation in her voice. “Why would she do something so foolish?”
Layla watched as Mercedes bit her lip and struggled with that impossible question.
“No, I didn't see anybody. For real,” Mercedes told them. “When I got to the food court, she was already gone. Like I told Miss Ginger, all I got was the text, the one I showed her.”
“Diamond is pretty solid, Mrs. Landers,” Justin added. “She wouldn't have gone with someone unless she felt pretty confident he was on the level.”
“She'll call you in a minute, and you'll see it's all a big freak-out over nothing,” Layla chimed in.
“So why has no one heard from her?” Miss Ginger asked.”
― Panic
“The police? Why? Diamond didn't do anything bad! Just stupid,” Mercedes said, confusion on her face.
“Mercedes, she left the mall with a stranger. It's a potentially dangerous situation,” Miss Ginger said, loud enough for them all to hear. “So we can't be too careful.”
“Well, yeah, but...”
Diamond's mother reached out and touched Mercedes' hand.
“Are you sure you didn't see who she left with? Do you know if it was a man or a woman?” she asked, desperation in her voice. “Why would she do something so foolish?”
Layla watched as Mercedes bit her lip and struggled with that impossible question.
“No, I didn't see anybody. For real,” Mercedes told them. “When I got to the food court, she was already gone. Like I told Miss Ginger, all I got was the text, the one I showed her.”
“Diamond is pretty solid, Mrs. Landers,” Justin added. “She wouldn't have gone with someone unless she felt pretty confident he was on the level.”
“She'll call you in a minute, and you'll see it's all a big freak-out over nothing,” Layla chimed in.
“So why has no one heard from her?” Miss Ginger asked.”
― Panic
“I'd give anything to go to school in California,” Diamond admitted as she bought two slices of cheese pizza.
“Why is that?”
He glanced around, evidently looking for his daughter.
“I don't know. Close to Hollywood. Movie stars. The ocean. All that stuff,” Diamond replied.
Thane tilted his head. “You have that look, if you don't mind my saying so.”
“Huh? What look?”
He checked his watch. “Where can that girl be?” Then he looked back at Diamond as if he'd just remembered her question. “That star look. You're a dancer, right?”
Diamond's eyes went wide. “How did you know?”
“Well, you walk like a queen, tall and graceful. And it says 'dance' all over that bag you're carrying.”
― Panic
“Why is that?”
He glanced around, evidently looking for his daughter.
“I don't know. Close to Hollywood. Movie stars. The ocean. All that stuff,” Diamond replied.
Thane tilted his head. “You have that look, if you don't mind my saying so.”
“Huh? What look?”
He checked his watch. “Where can that girl be?” Then he looked back at Diamond as if he'd just remembered her question. “That star look. You're a dancer, right?”
Diamond's eyes went wide. “How did you know?”
“Well, you walk like a queen, tall and graceful. And it says 'dance' all over that bag you're carrying.”
― Panic
“Donovan Beaudry rolled his window down; ear-splittingly loud rap music exploded from the truck's custom-installed sound gear.
The SUV rolled on twenty-four-inch dubs and sported a shiny set of Sprewells that Justin knew cost around $2,000 a set.
The hubcaps continued to spin even after the car came to a stop. He didn't even want to think about how Donovan could have paid for all that.”
― Panic
The SUV rolled on twenty-four-inch dubs and sported a shiny set of Sprewells that Justin knew cost around $2,000 a set.
The hubcaps continued to spin even after the car came to a stop. He didn't even want to think about how Donovan could have paid for all that.”
― Panic
