Tila's black eyes flashed, her voice a blade. "Then you should've let us die."
The words cut through the room, sharp and final, silencing the faint hum of the power lines outside.
Lila's head snapped toward her, her black eyes wide with shock. "Tila, shut up—"
"Being locked in your stupid 'rehab' was worse than death!" Tila shouted, her voice raw, her blanket slipping, her breasts briefly exposed before she yanked it back, her face flushed with rage. "You talk about chances, but all you did was cage us!"
"Tila—" Lila snapped, her voice sharp, her curls bouncing, her hands clutching the blanket tighter.
"I mean it!" Tila yelled, her black eyes burning, her body trembling. "It was a prison! You—"
SLAP.
The sound cracked through the room like thunder, sharp and deafening.
Lila's hand was outstretched, trembling, her black eyes wide with a mix of anger and desperation.