Tori
My feet are planted like roots on a tree, unable to pry my eyes away. Alicia is staring back at me with just as much shock across her face as mine. Never did I imagine running into her here. No matter how upset she may be with me, I would never wish this upon her.
Dark circles encompass her sunken eyes, a fear so deep in them, I worry it will never leave. She's broken. My mind wanders to the dark crevices of the world, imagining everything that has probably been done to her. The thought alone is enough to churn my stomach, feeling the bile rise to my throat.
I swallow, refusing to vomit in front of her. Tonight has been one mess after another, and just when I was starting to feel relief, Alicia is here. She's a prisoner, a forced worker. Don't throw up. Don't throw up. Don't thro
