JUICES AND JUDGEMENT
Lila’s POV
It was spontaneously past 3 a.m. The only other thing present was the rhythmic chirping of crickets. Silence enveloped the whole pack house like a dense avalanche. The aged wooden structure of the house walls produced random creaking sounds. I collapsed onto my bed while my eyes remained fixed on the ceiling.
“What the f-ck is Elara doing out at this time?” I muttered, sitting up. I checked my phone for the millionth time: no notifications, no missed calls.
“She’s supposed to be closed by 1 at the latest… and this is 3: 07” I muttered to myself, as fear crept down my throat, wriggling and writhing itself into my rib cage like a stubborn weed.
Sprung from bed, I pulled my sweater around my nightdress. Padding along on the balls of my feet, I shuffled t
