This whole situation was getting worse by the second. My stomach was twisting and turning, making me feel sick. I was no longer listening to what they were saying, I was stuck in my thoughts.
How was I going to stop this?
How was I going to get out of here?
Was Asher OK? Or was he dead?
He can't be dead, he can't, he just can't be. My tears filled my eyes trying to escape.
I closed my eyes and a tear slid down my cheek, I breathed deep to try and calm myself. It didn't work so I began to picture Asher. His black hair, the smirk he gives me when he wants something, his beautiful blue eyes that draws me in.
I began to feel calmer, so I kept picturing him, the warmth of his touch, the way his skin felt when I touched his bare chest.
My sick feeling was gone and I was calm, so I open
