KEILAH

I watched as Damien stormed out, the air around him tense and charged. The other creep of a guy followed close behind, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I hated how scared I felt, how that brief moment when Damien grabbed my arm, turning on a monstrous face, still made my skin crawl. I’d stood my ground, put on a brave face—but now that he was gone, all that courage crumbled. My knees wobbled, and before I could regain my balance, they buckled, causing me to stumble and collapse onto my haunches.

I tried to catch my breath, but it felt like my chest was...