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Paloma Perez.
“ELIJAH!”
For one heart-stopping second, Elijah’s body reacts and slams his elbow into Enid's throat. When I see that happen I think—he’s okay, he’s fighting back.
I am already swimming….thrashing, more like my arms cutting through the water even when they feel like they’re made of stone. I can’t breathe right. I can’t think straight. My limbs aren’t listening to me because my heart is screaming louder than my brain.
I reach the edge of the pond, gasping, slipping once on the mossy rocks before I throw myself out of the water. I scrape my knee so hard it burns but I don't feel the pain not when Elijah is on one knee. And Enid—oh God—slams something against the back of Elijah’s head which makes him collapse. Just like that.
"No! STOP!"
I run for him, soaked and s
