I don’t sleep. I lay awake and wait, anxiously, for the door to open again. I wonder if he’s okay, or if we’ll ever be okay. This is all my fault. If I had just stayed away with Olivia and Robin, none of this would have happened. They would both be safe. Or, if I had never escaped in the first place, they would both be safe.
I hear the door open and I jump up much too quickly. My head spins and I fall to me knees. I hear someone laugh, then someone else hit the floor. Once my vision clears up again, I am able to see who it is.
The boy in front of me is not Robin. I don’t know how to feel. I feel relieved, but I also feel guilty and selfish because of that. This boy doesn’t deserve this any more than Robin does.
Once I am able to get my balance, I make my way over to him. H
