STEVE
“I won’t unless you kiss each other!” James’ scream is drowned out by the thick wooden door and I think I’m going to hyperventilate.
Damn it! I can’t, I can’t. Damn it, Ma was right. I’m a coward. I can’t do this; I haven’t even turned around to face Sam and I already feel like I’m about to throw up. I’m going to kill the kiddo as soon as I get out of here, even if I have to suffer with the consequences of my angry sweetie and maybe I won’t see the light of day again.
Even when that bastard Arthur shot me, I wasn’t as scared as I’m now. I mean, of course I was scared. It was my life that was hanging by a thread, but Sam’s heavy presence on my back feels like it’s suffocating me.
Should I just f*****g kiss him? But what if he kicks my miserable ass to a puddle on the clean floor
