Phil’s POV
“What’s that?” Cliff wondered.
I stared down at the bag, recognizing it. Game Stop. Frowning, I opened it up, pulling out a box. He bought me a red and gray controller. A nice one. Expensive.
“Your birthday isn’t coming up, right?” Cliff asked.
“I thought it was in November?” Violet said.
I didn’t know what to say, feeling my cheeks heat up.
“Did he break your controller?” Cliff wondered.
“I bet he did. Theo’s such a brute,” Violet was muttering.
I just nodded along, tucking the box back in the bag, trying not to think about why he was getting me a present. It was hard not to think about the way his hand felt in my hair, how it felt to be held in place, at his complete mercy while I suffocated. My hands shook as I set the bag on the
