The scream felt like it had been ripped out of me.
I shoved Dave’s face back. My palm smacked into his nose. The searing pain went down to my wrist. I groaned as I rolled onto my side. As I turned, I saw a bloodstain on the bedding. My eyes locked onto the spot. I was frozen, stuck in this void of thinking about the pain in my throat and shoulder, and also the strange dream I’d had. It was more of a vision—either way, I didn’t know what the hell it had been.
But I knew that from all the things that had happened to me that it wasn’t something of my imagination.
I fell to the ground. I hadn’t been paying attention to where I was going and just wanted to get away from him. In the end, I rolled off the bed entirely and ended up hitting the floor with a loud thump. My head slammed into the
