Trapped (2)

Nyla paced back and forth, rubbing his chin until it started bleeding - the skin on her face was already badly damaged by the red corrosive sludge, after all, so not much was needed to completely tear off the skin. She didn't even seem to notice though, too absorbed in her thoughts.

"I should do something, shouldn't I?" she muttered. "He said they won't stop me… And if I start, then other people will surely join…"

"We have the money, even if they try charging us, we can afford to pay. We can also sue them back for the damages…"

"But what will the parents say?"

Lane almost scoffed. Even now, when they were both about to turn thirty, Nyla still couldn't make a decision on her own. It was always what their parents said. What their parents wanted. What their parents expected of her. Living her whole life by their design, all the way down to every single damn detail.

"…What do you think?"

And even when Lane was basically thrown out, she-