him and I pressed against his chest.
"Stop," I said breathlessly. "I have to go."
He frowned.
"I don't have much patience; stop joking," he says, a hint of anger in his tone.
"I'm so sorry. But I'm sure you have plenty of other options," I said and started to run towards the door, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me.
I whirl around to face him, my own anger rushing to the surface but before I can say anything, he points to the bed.
"Your shirt is ripped, remember?"
I looked down at my bra with a frown.
"Oh…"
He sighed, grabbing his shirt and putting it over my head.
I inhaled deeply and warmth spread throughout my body; it smelled like him.
...
The moment I stepped into the house; I could hear my mother sobbing.
"Judy?" My mother sobbed; I could hear that she was in the kitchen and my heart stuttered at the sound of her broken voice. "Your father was taken away by the Gammas tonight."