Lucy's Pov
Sleep just wasn’t coming. I tossed, turned, and wrestled with these evil sheets that somehow managed to wrap me up like a burrito. My pillow was all damp from either sweat or sheer annoyance while my body screamed for sleep, but my brain decided it was party hour.
Every rotten word replayed in my head, one after the other: Liam’s poison, Samantha’s drama-queen threats, and then Adrian’s legendary cold shoulder as he walked out. My wrist still hurt from where Samantha had held and pierced me, but the pain was child’s play compared to the empty pit in my chest.
Face buried in the blanket, I muttered, voice all wobbly: “I can’t do this alone.” Even I barely believed myself.
The dorm room walls came closing in, like some cheap horror flick. I threw on a sweater and slid out into
