Bexley
We all piled into Reed's Black Cadillac SUV. I didn't want to get away from the fight, but Brady was dragging us more like just me away.
"We should go back." I said, gripping onto the door handle, knowing it was no use. Brady had us all child-locked in. I still shook the SUV door handle anyway, struggling to escape. My efforts met with stubborn resistance, and I was getting more irritated as the minutes passed by.
"Bex, just cut it out." Maeve complained, resting her hand on her head, probably feeling a headache. "They said no, plus that noise is really annoying." Her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and discomfort.
It was her own fault she was feeling this way. We tried to stop her.
I was also a bit intoxicated, but nothing I couldn't manage.
Beside her was Liza m
