COLT
Fucking Luther and Blaze.
I didn’t get a single goddamn hour of sleep. Not with the noises coming from that side of camp. Growls. Gasps. The f*****g bedframe creaking like it was seconds away from snapping in half. I don’t even want to know the details. I just know it was loud.
I drag a hand down my face, grinding my teeth. I should’ve left last night. Should’ve taken a f*****g walk. Hell, maybe even slept outside, let the cold bite into my bones instead of that sound drilling into my skull. But no—I stayed, thinking they’d be reasonable. That was my first mistake.
The second? Thinking I’d actually get a break from this s**t.
Sunlight cuts across my face, hot and blinding. I groan, throwing an arm over my eyes, trying to will the day away before it even f*****g starts.
"Rise
