“Let go,” Kaley mumbles, her puffy
eyes shifting to meet mine. My icy
fingers are still locked around her wrist. I don’t have the strength to obey
her even if I wanted to.
My chin sinks toward my chest. “Not…letting…go.”
“You shouldn’t have stopped me.” Her lip quivers, her voice a mixture of
anger and sadness. She thrusts out a
halfhearted kick. It connects but I’m
too numb to feel it. Sun’s first rays
light the tears spilling down her face.
“No.” Losing the battle, my eyes
drift shut. “If you do it…they win.”
She moans, twisting away from me.
My hand falls, pain tingling up my wrist. I don’t even try to hold her
back anymore.
Lord, I need an angel.
I curl into the fetal position with my cheek pressed against the gravel
rooftop. As the world fades away, the
metal door bangs open. Chris finally
made it.
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