Alexandria
The scene happened around me, with me, and yet I was always a step behind.
The picture on Bryce's phone was of me. Was it a trick?
"Bryce, what are you saying?"
He seized my upper arm, the same place he'd grabbed it the other day, pulling me closer. "I'm asking you a fucking question."
I fought his grip. "Let go of me. You're hurting me."
We moved about the room, all three of us in a dance choreographed by both rage and fear.
"As soon as I saw you in the den, I knew something was off. I couldn't put my finger on it, but then it hit me. The dress you were wearing..." Releasing my arm he shoved me away and scanned me from head to toe. "That you're still wearing...isn't the same as in the feed from Magnolia Woods." He paced a small circle. "I fucking warned you. When you first got here, I tried to tell you." He stepped closer. “I wanted this to be different, but I won’t be made a fool of!”