Jay
The second the door slammed behind us I already knew something was wrong and not the small kind of wrong either, not the kind where you forget your phone on the table or step outside and realize you left the stove on, no this was the heavy kind that sits right in your chest and starts chewing at your ribs because your brain is screaming that you just walked away from something you absolutely should not have walked away from.
Tina still had my arm in a grip like she thought I was going to bolt any second which, to be fair, was exactly what I was planning, and she was dragging me down the hallway like I weighed nothing which was insulting because I absolutely do weigh something and also because I have legs and could walk on my own like a normal person if she would stop hauling me around like a sack of groceries.
"Move," she hissed without even looking back.
