I burst into the room, waking up Tyde abruptly. He groans but adrenaline quickly kicks in from his ptsd from knowing that when I panic, something is really fucked.
I frantically turn on the lights and as the room lights up to reveal the empty bed beside Tits, a sensation of dread washes over me. Shit. Am I too late?
"Where is your roommate?" I ask Tyde in a somber tone.
"He might be in the bathroom. What's wrong?" His voice doesn't hide the depth of worry that his mind carries.
I dash down the hall to the boys communal bathroom. I have no time to waste. He may wake up soon and hide. This sick fuck needs to be confronted.
Boys in towels exit the bathroom and give me strange looks as I run past them into the bathroom. None of them try to stop me however, because the great messiah Tyde Viktor is not far following behind me.
