FREYA
"Jesus Christ. What the fuck." Cassie's voice is filled with disbelief, and her next words carry a sadness almost as oppressive as the fear I've been carrying about for the previous few days. "God, Freya. I'm very sorry."
"I'm so afraid, Cassie,” I whisper to her. "I am too afraid to go out, go to school, or even sleep. I have a feeling that something terrible is about to happen."
"I understand." She curses beneath her breath. "I wish I could be in Miami with you. I can imagine how afraid you are. How about your roommate?"
"She's still not here, and she's not sure when she will be. I didn't tell her about him, though.” I glance at my door like I do every second. "And even when she does arrive, I'm not sure how I'll muster the courage to open the door. After discovering that..."
