TWENTY-FIVE
Dark – Mike – Chris – Kiss – Sorry – Bastard
Mike's laughter died away as Chris lay like a dead weight on top of me.
Maybe he's dead, I thought, hoping.
I squirmed, trying to push him off. "Get off me."
"Shh." He held my wrists with one hand and pressed the other over my mouth.
No such luck.
He didn't do anything else, though, for a long moment. My tears trickled into my hair. He hadn't hurt me yet and I was crying already. I sniffled, wishing I could wipe the tears away.
He turned his face toward me at the sound. He shifted again, up and off me, backing away until he hit the door. Closed, of course. He knocked over the torch as he slid down the door to slump to the floor. He lifted his head to look at me, clapping both hands to his mouth as if he were going to be sic
