~Lyra~

He was coming home. As in..here. As in this house. The same house where the music was still playing, where half the school was probably grinding in the living room. .

He couldn’t see this.

He would kill Tasha. Not figuratively. Not emotionally. Like, literally. We’d both be dead. Buried six feet under a fucking rose garden with matching tombstones that said, “Here lies Lyra and Tasha. They tried Damon Thornvale.”

I started pacing again, the panic fully kicking in.

Think, think, think, bitch.

He could not find out.

So I did what any emotionally unwell, freshly heartbroken, wildly overstimulated girl would do.

I lied.

“Nooo. The insect fumigants...