I ran over to the bathroom, emptying my stomach contents on the toilet and grabbing my stomach as I sat down on the cold tiled floor.
I felt the anxiety flow through my veins, my head throbbing fast.
To say I was scared was an understatement. I was literally hyperventilating about what Logan would likely do to me once Beverly told him what I said to her.
A few minutes ago I'd have proudly told anyone how I didn't care about dying, if he decided to put a bullet through my head that I wouldn't flinch. But now I felt scared, scared out of my wits.
I picked myself up after a while and washed my reddening face. I watched my reflection on the mirror and couldn't believe I was staring at myself.
A few days ago I'd been sad, laying up in my room till I heard Maddy through my window screami
