Riley
I looked at Tyson and suddenly his large hulking frame was even more daunting. He sat there, laughing along with the others but all I could really hear was the blood rushing in my ears.
He’s a bear. He’s a bear. He’s. A. Bear. My palms started to sweat, my hands shook, and adrenaline filled my system. Fight or flight was all there was any more. My breath picked up as the walls seemed to close in around me. They were beating, almost like they had a pulse to them as my vision tunneled, focused on Tyson and only Tyson.
“Riley, are you okay?” I didn’t know who asked. I could hear the voices, they were all distorted as my brain only focused on surviving. My body moved without me telling it too. I grabbed the butter knife on the table, standing as I pushed the chair back, moving for the
