Alicia paced around Harold's bedroom, feeling guilty. Her brain kept trying to conjure up the scene that was happening between both brothers. What was she going to do now?
Her head was hurting badly and her body ached from being dumped on the floor earlier, but that was the least of her problems. Harold was angry.
How was she going to face him? Was he going to yell at her? Snub her? Kick her out of his room?
By the time the first bell rang, Harold still wasn't inside, and it made her more concerned. What if he was being punished because of her?
She decided to take the risk and leave the bedroom to go look for him. She had caused this mess and wouldn't allow him to be punished because of her.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Harold standing there. He had been about to open the door before she did.
