Hayley

The door swings open and I freeze in shock. I expect to see Tash but standing in the doorway with a bottle of water is not Tash but Keith and not just any Keith, but a very badly beaten up Keith. I barely recognise him.

“Whoa, what are you going to do with that?” he says, pointing to the statue and holding his hands in the air as if he comes in peace. I stare at him for a moment, still in shock not quite knowing what to say.

“Keith, why am I here? Where’s Tash?” I croak out, my voice cracking from the dryness of my throat. I...