"Is this what you call a plan?" His low voice pricked my conscience.
With just that one question, I knew that something wasn't going his way. Either he felt he wasn't getting the entertainment he was looking forward to, or, this level of entertainment wasn't enough to fill his bottle of boredom.
Either way, I'm in trouble.
I could hear the sound of lightning striking the back of my head, followed by a downpour of rain that drowned my pride.
I... had let him down.
I couldn't move as his hands were still on my shoulders, and I thought that I shouldn't move when he was like this.
He was talking to Derrick, but I couldn't hear what they were talking about. My ears were playing dirty tricks that only made me hear the sound of my heart beating out of rhythm inside my head.
I'm sorry.
