ELENA
"Are you in pain?" he asks her quietly.
"Just a little," she answers, her voice sounding weak, "But I wanted to be here, I wanted to celebrate with everyone." It gnaws at my senses, how she has everyone fooled. She is fine! The charm did its job and now she is just acting for pity.
"You're so brave," Drake says with admiration in his voice. Over the loud music, I hate how I can hear every syllable of conversation that flickers between them. She chuckles lightly and snacks his arm, “you've said that a thousand times already,” they both laugh.
My hands clench in my lap. My nails dig into my palms hard enough to draw blood. The physical pain distracts me from the turmoil spinning in my mind. I think I'm going to be sick. My intestines wrangle and the strong urge to throw up overwhel
