Under My Skin by Juno Dawson

Author:Juno Dawson
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781471402975
Publisher: Bonnier Publishing Fiction
Published: 2015-03-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Molly Sue dropped the oar into the water and froze. The jetties were deserted and quiet save for the undulating bass rattling through The Old Boat Shed. The main act was now playing and nearly everyone had gone back inside. There were some voices – probably people in the smoking area, but that was out of sight around the front of the venue.

No one had seen her hit Kyle.

Sally looked on, impotent.

Molly Sue, however, sprung to life. She crouched alongside Kyle’s still body and felt for a pulse in his neck. When Sally felt his blood pumping she could have wept with joy until she saw a red-black puddle pooling on the wooden slats. Without hesitation, Molly Sue hooked her hands under Kyle’s armpits and reversed, dragging him along the jetty. She tugged him as far as the nearest rowing boat, which she stepped into before hauling him on board too. The little boat rocked violently, the water glugging and sloshing up the sides. Molly Sue gripped the rim to stop herself tumbling into the lake.

If Molly Sue had a plan, she wasn’t letting Sally hear it. She could only watch. Was she just going to leave him in the boat for dead? Apparently not; Molly Sue wiped her blood-splattered hands on her T-shirt and cast off from the jetty. She sat in the rower’s seat, taking the oars. With strong, confident strokes, Molly Sue crossed onto the darkest part of the lake, away from the lights and laughter of The Old Boat Shed. Kyle was a crumpled rag doll in the bottom of the boat, blood seeping into his grey vest. From somewhere inside his coat, a phone beeped as a text arrived.

When they were far enough out to be invisible, Molly Sue paused and rummaged through his pockets. She found the phone and, without a second thought, tossed it overboard. The image was just as Sally remembered it – the handset being sucked into the dark water with a hungry plop.

Molly Sue continued to investigate. The first thing she found was the old-school cigarette lighter. Very rock star – Kyle was such a poser. Molly Sue flicked it open and a fat orange flame leaped up at her face. ‘Nice. Finder’s keepers.’ She slipped it in her own pocket. In his inside pocket she found a retractable blade. ‘Oh you bad, bad boy. Let’s put this somewhere where you can’t go hurtin’ yourself.’ Molly Sue’s own accent was slipping out now and it sounded ever weirder. She pocketed the knife as well.

She took the oars and kept rowing, using muscles Sally didn’t know she possessed. Sally realised after a few minutes Molly Sue was steering them towards Cormorant Island. Before she knew it, the rowing boat was grinding against the shingle beach. Molly Sue climbed out and heaved the boat up the beach where it was in no danger of drifting away. It was a good thing Kyle lived off cigarettes and Diet Coke because he was already heavy enough.

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