Willow
I stay in the bathroom for some time, looking around for a way out. I look up at the air vent. If I can find a screwdriver or a pair of scissors to open and climb into this, I can probably move through the ceiling and find myself elsewhere, but what about Leo? What if they hurt him?
“I hope you are okay, Leo.” I whisper, and I walk out of the bathroom to face the poker face.
I find him sitting on the couch and scrolling through his phone. “You have been in the bathroom for an entire hour.” He says without looking up.
“I was fascinated by the walls.” I roll my eyes at him.
“There’s no need for that smart mouth. I’m the one in charge.” He slightly tilts his head up to glance at me.
“Yeah, you have made that clear,” I retort.
He sighs and continues to scroll through his phone
