Anna.
As we climbed out of the taxi, Jack's car pulled up behind us. Leaning my head back, I let out a frustrated growl. "What the f**k?"
Mary looked at me, confused. "What’s going on? Why did we run?"
"Because I can't face him while I'm drunk, so hurry up!"
Taking off my heels, I held them in my left hand and began to run toward my gates. My vision was blurry as I typed in the code, getting it wrong twice before it finally opened slowly.
Slipping through the small gap, I pressed the button on the other side to close the gates just as Jack climbed out of his car, an amused-looking Michael following him. "Baby doll, I wouldn’t. He likes the prey."
There was a loud grunt as Mary and I ran up the driveway. My bare feet hit the gravel, and I winced as the sharp stones dug into my skin.
