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When Luther’s phone buzzed, the sky was not pitch dark anymore. It was a lighter hue, a graphite grey. The screen had lit up a couple of times before, and each time he took it, stared at it for a beat, then set it back on his makeshift bed.
Yesterday, after I made a fool of myself in the First-Aid room, Luther took me to his bedroom again. Since I felt safe there before, he wouldn’t change the winning team.
I didn’t protest. My body had shut down with a cocktail of fear, exhaustion, and the high dose of painkillers Alice had given me. I barely remembered him laying me down on his bed, tucking me in as if I was a defenseless kid before settling in his covers on the floor.
Sleep was already dragging me under when I heard his murmur. "Sleep, dove. I won’t let anything bad happen
