Melinda:
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“Y-You.” I stammer, sitting up quickly.
“B-Brandon. How are you here?” My voice shakes, but he doesn’t answer, just stares, and the glint in his eyes makes my skin crawl.
He yanks me up effortlessly, and before I can breathe, his hand cracks across my cheek. I stagger back, stunned, only to take another.
“Brandon! Are you insane?!” I shout, clutching both burning cheeks.
Slap! My eyes widen when he slaps me. Before I can recover, he lifts his hand to strike me again, but I scream.
“Stop! Why are you hitting me?!”
“You want to kill her,” he growls with certainty, not a question.
“Yes! I want that b***h dead!” I spit, glaring at him, though my voice trembles. “She’s probably already dead.”
Slap!
“Brandon, you lunatic!” My rage overcomes my fear of being discovered. “H
