(Tracey’s POV)
That whole conversation made my anxiety spike because I kept waiting for it to turn into an argument. I'm really glad it didn't. So, after I went inside and put our plates in the dishwasher, I headed up to my room to get changed. I sat on the bed to put my sandals on and the next thing I knew I was waking up to someone knocking at my door.
I was still rubbing my eyes, trying to come fully awake, when I tugged the door open and was immediately tackled to the floor. Surprised, I let out a scream and the next thing I knew, my attacker was ripped away from me before I even saw who it was.
“Jesus Christ, Emmitt! I wasn’t gonna hurt her!” I heard a familiar voice snap at my cousin in anger. Though he didn’t seem at all phased by her outburst as he snapped back, “I don’t care
