She didn't need to be told twice as she leaped off the bed and ran to the door.
Kayla pounded on the door, her fists aching with each strike. "Help! Someone, please help me!" Her voice broke, the desperation clear in every word.
"Louisa! Rory! Blair! Martin! Someone help!"
She turned, searching the room for another way out, but it was useless. The walls felt like they were closing in on her, the air thick and suffocating. It was as if the entire world had collapsed around her, leaving her trapped with no escape.
The room mirrored her life. It seemed there was an escape but she was trapped from the outside from her mistakes. Her own hands caused all of this.
Behind her, Oliver got up from the couch and stood, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes following her every frantic movement. He didn't say anything, didn't try to calm her down—he just watched. It was as though he was waiting for something. Waiting for her to finally snap.
