Amelia's Point of View
"Make one sound, and you're f*****g dead." The voice was just above a whisper and the tone was much softer than the violence it threatened.
I wasn't sure if I was relieved or frightened when I realized it wasn't Trudy that had her hand across my mouth. I felt like I might have heard the voice before. But it wasn't familiar enough for me to trust it.
I felt her relax her hand slightly, which gave me the perfect opportunity to open my mouth and bite down on the knuckles of her index finger.
"MOTHER FUCKER" She whisper yelled! "What the hell is wrong with you people?"
My mouth filled with blood and something else. Something disgusting, the most bitter thing I had ever tasted. I spat out the liquid along with bile from my own stomach.
"The first time I came h
