THE GUY WHO KILLED MY BOYFRIEND
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Dayne Jamila's POV
"W-Wait! Where are you going? I m-mean, where are we going?" I asked Dylan. He is walking fast and went outside of Chelsea's room.
"Just shut up!" he shouted at me. Well, I can't blame him. With our situation right now, he has the right to shout, but I think, not on me. Because just like him, I am a victim in here too.
We went inside his room.
"W-why are we here?" Of all the places inside their house, why did he bring me here?
"I need to think straight Jamila. I need to think of effective ways on how we can unlock ourselves and get this handcuff out from our hands."
"But why here in your room? Can we go to the living room instead and do some brainstorming?"
Dylan frowned. Alright, I can't able to tell him frankly that I am not comfortable inside his room.
