“You can try your best, Raven,” I say slowly to her. “But I don’t like being bullied. And I have a special dislike for you, so you’d better watch it. Or next time, I will cut you through with these vines.”
I leave her there with the vines holding her down, releasing her only after several long, excruciating minutes. She doesn’t come inside.
I can’t help but wonder if I’ve poked the metaphorical bear a little too hard today. But I’m angry and confused.
If Austin was forced into all of this, then what part of what he said to me was true? I need to know. Even if he doesn’t choose me, I still want to know the truth from him.
I look at my phone, debating calling him, but then change my mind.
Come to my apartment, tonight, I text him. We need to talk.
I send the text and force myself
