Adea
A banging on the door wakes me up. I try to blink the sleep from my eyes. I don’t have time to think over the dream I had. I don’t have time to see if Ethan is in bed with me or not. I jump out of bed, the sheets tighten around my legs, and I fall to the ground.
When I get up, I unwrap the sheets from my legs as the knocking on the door intensifies. What the hell is going on? Who the hell is at our door? I grab a pair of shorts and throw one of Ethan’s t-shirts on before I head for the door.
I reach for the handle and come face to face with a worried Gabe. His chest rises and falls quickly, his eyes look around the room before landing on me again.
“Ady,” his eyes water before he grabs my hands. “Ady,” he chokes. My best friend crashes to his knees in front of me. He presses his head against my hands.
“What’s wrong Gabe? What’s wrong?” I ask.
