Freda’s POV

“Shut down fuck up Freda!” Hardin yelled as I tried to explain to him that the situation wasn't what it seemed like. The fear that coursed through me was indescribable. As the water dripped from my body, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my hands trembled uncontrollably.

At that moment, everything seemed to move in slow motion. The droplets of water fell from my wet hair, creating a symphony of tiny splashes on the ground. But instead of finding solace in the familiar sound, it only heightened my anxiety.

“Stay the fuck away from her Andre,” said turning his attention back to a bleeding...