Screw Me.

"Pack your bags,"

Anders chilled voice greets me the next morning. I look up from my meals of burned waffles in which I had regretted preparing. Darcy hadn't come in yet, and I was just wondering where she'd have probably gone too. I don't know why today just seems kinda off for me like there's something bad that's gonna happen. Even Hindley wasn't in his room when I checked this morning. Last night's discussion hadn't ended quite well. "We'll be leaving now" He accessed my thighs slowly, a dirty smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he caught me glaring.

Pervert.

"Where are we going?" I ask slowly, nibbling on one.

"Do you need to know where we're going to before you get moving? Finish up now, we'll leave in an hour" He fixed his maroon tie furiously now, heading back to his room.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me where we're going to" I stated stubbornly as I watched his back disappear. I expected him to say something contrary orbiting but he said nothing.