Chapter 13: The Tantrum

My shoulders sank, and I averted my eyes downward. “You... you said no matter what happens…” I nervously stammered, “... you said not to leave your side.” I reached forward to put a comforting hand on their chest, but they angrily snatched my wrist before I could make contact. Their grip was tight, knuckles white and shaking.

They slammed my wrist against the wall just above my head, pinning me and towering over me with a cold stare. “Who the f*ck said you could touch me? No wonder he chose him, I can’t even get one stupid girl to act right.” I kept my eyes downward, trying to remind myself that they were drunk and angry at things beyond my control. “Look at me when I’m f*cking speaking to you.”

I slowly moved my eyes upward to meet their gaze, putting on my bravest face even though it felt like my wrist was about to snap. “Please,” I said quietly to them, “I just want to help.”