My heart beats frantically in my chest at the familiar voice, one that I'm growing to loathe and despise. Anger and panic erupts in me as I sit up.
The light turns on. I quickly scramble to pull down my pajama shirt, hiding my hard n*****s.
Will stands by the door, a tshirt and jean's on. His hair is a wild mess from when I pulled it, and his eyes are accusing.
"What are you doing in here?" I yell at him, I don't care if I'm being loud, but Will does.
"Shut the f**k up," He hovers over and slams his hand over my mouth. I realize that he's not acting normal. His eyes are glazed over, red and pretty blue. His breathing is erratic, chest heaving up and down like he just ran. His lips are bitten raw, and subconsciously I reach toward my sore neck.
I press my thighs together.
"Don't
