They were only drawings on a cave wall that told a story of violence and degradation. They had no meaning in the semi-darkness of my room. I flipped the pages open and stared at the swirls and curves of ink. The infernal sheets of paper threatened to burn me down to nothing more than cold cinders. I still clutched the contract to my chest. His footsteps retreated and I sank down, my legs no longer willing to hold up the weight that grew heavier by the moment. I just, I just need to rest is all.”Īnother, lighter thump. I didn’t mean to cock things up even worse.” The creaks stopped and a thump sounded, his hand hitting the door. “Dylan, please, just go back to your mom’s house. The floorboards creaked, as if Dylan was walking in a circle outside my door. “Who was that guy? Do I need to do something?” “Let me in.” He twisted the handle, the metal parts clicking and scraping but not giving way. “Dylan, go away.” It was more of a plea than a command. I leaned back against the solid wood, my heart beating so loud that I thought my ears would burst from the pressure. I heard his heavy steps behind me but I slammed my door and clicked the lock over. I ignored him and took the stairs two at time until I came to my room. I dashed past the library, narrowly avoiding Dylan as he came out into the hall.
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