AMELIA.
Dylan.
The one who’s currently cutting off my air supply while looming from behind me is none other than Dylan.
I’d intended to kick and claw, to yell at him so he’d let go, but not only is he confiscating most of my oxygen by grabbing my throat, he’s also yanked both of my wrists behind my back and imprisoned them.
My phone has clattered to the ground and the flashlight outlines dark shadows. Mine and his.
We’re gigantic on the wall across from us, like some beasts coming out at night to let their instincts loose. If it were anyone else, they would’ve panicked at being immobilized in the dark by someone who might as well be a stranger.
And while that feeling bleeds into my bloodstream, it’s not the only one. It’s not even the prominent one. The temptation I’ve been esca
