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I can’t believe I’m having sex in the same room as dead people. This feels so wrong. Within a few more strokes my body starts to release into an orgasm, and I feel Heath finish along with me.

“Are you good and distracted?” He asks, pulling out of me.

“Absolutely,” I reply, smiling at him. He leans down and kisses my forehead before standing up, pulling up his pants.

“Heath, you finished inside of me.” I state. I can not get pregnant right now.

“I’ll get you a Plan-B,” He shrugs like it’s not a big deal. I stand up and pull my panties and leggings up. I’m going to need another shower.

“It’s so hot you’re going to walk around with my cum inside of you,” Heath says, looking at me in awe.

“I’m sure it is,” I reply, shaking my head. Somehow, he’s able to be lighthearted right now. I’m still freaked by the bodies but at least I’m not having a panic attack anymore.

“I won’t help get rid of bodies. Their car is out there. We can't leave it, that would be a dead giveaway.” It would be a reckless choice to bury them and leave the car.

“I can put them in the car and crash it.”

“I’m going to the truck.” I tell Heath and he tosses me the keys from his pocket. He picks up the boys and puts them over his shoulders and we both leave out of The Crypt. Thankfully, I’m out of that dark and eerie place.

I unlock his truck and get inside. I didn’t think they would kill them, but they did. I’m more shocked that I think I always knew they were capable of dangerous things but now I’m an accomplice.

Okay, Autumn shake this off. You didn’t kill anyone, and no one will find out.

I let out a long breath before going through his truck and I find some matches and two bottles of beer.

Perfect. I hear a door and turn around to see Heath going around the car and placing the other boy in and crank up the car. He closes the door and gets behind it.

“Wait!” I jump out of the truck and run over and pour the bottles of beer over the car. “Now.” Heath pushes the car into a giant tree crashing it and I strike a match and toss it onto the car.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m a criminal but more importantly Heath killed someone. “Why did you kill him?” I ask.

“Scared of me now?”

“No, I need to know you killed for a reason.”

“These fuckers can’t mess with anyone else.” Heath says. “I’d do the same for you.” That should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’m not happy he killed someone, but I believe it was for a good reason.

The car goes up in flames and the windows blow out. I turn around and head for his truck to get out of here. I need to go. Heath goes back over messing up our footprints before getting inside. Heath reverses out and drives to the road then he gets out again and messes up the tire tracks.

As he does this, I pull out my phone and dial my dad’s number.

The phone starts to ring and a pit form in my stomach.

The phone keeps ringing and no answer. So, I hang up and flip the card over and call that number.

I hope to God he doesn’t answer. I don’t know if I could handle him answering the phone.

I don’t know if I could handle this being my dad.

My phone starts to ring again calling this number. “Password?” A voice asks but it’s not my dad, thankfully. I quickly hang up just as Heath is getting into the truck.

“I need to go somewhere,” Heath pauses for a moment, leaning back in his seat. This could be a really stupid decision, but I need to know if something there could explain it all.

“Where?”

“It’s a place the football players would take their favorite cheerleaders; they called it The Club House. It’s in the woods behind Divinci’s graveyard.” Heath’s face contorts in a way to where I can tell he is debating how to feel.

“Let’s go,” Surprisingly I don’t have to do any convincing.

He just starts the truck and drives to the graveyard.

We park outside the iron gates, and I lead him around to the back woods.

It’s nestled just enough in the woods so no one will notice.

The place is just this old shed that has the red paint chipping off.

I haven’t been here in so long. All the memories come flashing back of the drinking, the guys trying to get the girls on their laps, basically having sex in front of anyone in the room, and cheer ignition.

I turn the knob, finding the door unlocked.

It’s hardly ever left open like this. I push the door open and walk inside seeing everything is mostly the same.

The same L-shaped cream sofa, the dining room table over in the corner with a mini fridge and microwave.

The old rug on the floor, the Christmas lights on the ceiling, everything is still here.

“Okay, they used to keep stuff in the safe in the little table over there.” I tell Heath pointing to the brown table in the right corner.

Heath goes over, finding the safe. I find the secret key hidden in the sofa and pull it out.

I take it over to Heath and unlock the safe.

Inside is exactly what I thought I’d find.

Polaroids of the cheerleaders, a complete list of the current team and every past team, a map of the town including underground places, money, a contact list, and burner phones.

“What is all of that for?” Heath asks.

“For when they sell us off. I think this is how Molly Henry went missing.”

“Who?” I find the polaroid of her and show him. She was one of the quiet ones on the team when I was a freshman even though she was a junior.

“She never wanted to go out, or drink, she barely came to the team sleepovers. Then one day she just disappeared. Her family said she ran away but I never believed it because she wasn’t that type of girl, but it was well covered up.

” I tell Heath my theory. Maybe that’s why her picture has x’s over her eyes.

“This town has a lot of mysteries,”

“That it does,” I say, turning around from the safe. “I need to text Montana.”

I pull out my phone and text Montana. I want to get to the bottom of this, and she is going to help.

Theodora is going to be too hard to reach, and she may tell her brothers, but Montana would want to find out too.

She’s always been curious; that's one thing I learned from the two years we were on the cheer team together.

Me:

I know this is maybe the last thing you want to talk about, but can I meet you? I need to talk to you about what happened. I have intel.

Montana:

Where?

Me:

The diner. Tomorrow night at ten.

“I’m meeting Montana tomorrow night.” I tell Heath.

“Good. I have a feeling this will get bad.” Heath says. I know deep down he’s right, I just wish it wasn’t true. It’s so much. So dark.

“I’ll give you a moment. Meet me in the truck, Freckles.” He kisses my forehead and leaves the shed.