DEA
And the restlessness only got worse as the days dragged on. It happened before I even understood what was wrong, and I couldn’t stop myself from feeling it. One time, Arthur was near the doorway, speaking with Megan in a brief exchange when I felt that prick pull on my skin.
“Damn it,” I gritted my teeth, and I didn’t even realize I'd moved until I heard my own voice cut through the room.
“You better f*****g leave us alone!” I screamed and pointed a finger at her face.
Megan stiffened, her mouth opening and her eyes widening at my sudden outburst. Arthur turns toward me, his eyes filled with a questioning look, as if he was trying to understand what just changed in me.
“Dea—”
“I said leave! Why are you not leaving?!” I continued, not peeling my sharp eyes off of her.
She quickly
