AMELIA

"Rey, open up!" I yelled, pounding my fist against the heavy wood of his bedroom door.

Silence. It was like he had stepped inside and vanished into thin air, deliberately ignoring every single hit of my palm against the frame.

"Can you quit being an asshole?!"

After knocking until my knuckles throbbed with zero results, I finally gave up and dragged my feet back to my own bedroom. A storm of frustration and confusion boiled in my chest. I couldn't figure out why he was treating me like this. I was only worried about him. I wanted to help, to talk, to make sure he wasn't bleeding to death...