Brice

I rush upstairs and see no one, but I hear shuffling coming from the closet, so I gulp before inching closer. “Roj?” “Is everything alright?” My voice cracks as I stretch to turn the door knob. Once the door is opened, Roger’s back is facing me, and he's putting clothes on. “Are you going somewhere?” Not answering me, he turns and throws something at me, which I failed to catch.

“For fuck sakes,” I hear him mumble, and at this point, I know that confusion is written all over my face. “Why are you behaving like this? Did I do something wrong?” He storms past me and only mumbles, "Get dressed; we're leaving.” I scoff and just do as he says, but as soon as I change my pants, an engine can be heard. "Fucker,” I whisper and quicken my pace, rushing outside our two-bedroom suite house.