I shrugged off his arms and pretended to be swayed by his words. But in the split second he relaxed his muscles, I turned on my heels and sprinted out the door, quicker than light.
"Harley!" He called after me, footsteps following.
But I had already passed to the safety of my room, and bolted the door shut. A second later, the doorknob rattled and Elijah banged his fist on the door. "Open this damn door!" He angrily yelled from the other side, voice muffled.
"Go away, I'm fine." I yelled back, swiftly yanking the sweater off. Now I felt a dull pain spreading from my chest to my limbs. With nimble hands, I unwounded the bandage, ignoring Elijah's knocks, threats, pleas, and scolding.
One of the stitches had pulled tight against the skin; like I had tried a strenuous activity and stretch
