Ben
I woke up to the sound of slamming doors and screaming voices. It stirred all of us up. Maggie’s head rested on my lap, as it felt intimate, but for some reason Maggie wasn’t the one I wanted to be intimate with. I desired Chloé.
Why? After what happened at dinner, I should be afraid of her, but I’m not. I wanted to hold her, to comfort her, and to protect her. Maggie got up, and I started to stretch until I noticed the blanket that covered me. Odd, I don’t remember getting a blanket.
“One day! You’ve been here for one day, and you have already been arrested. What the hell were you thinking, Chloé?!”
Chloé? Arrested? I quickly got up and walked into the kitchen where Chloé sat on a stool and Mack stood in front of her. His face was red with ire. I have never seen him this way.
