The moment Thomas finally stopped was the moment the car halted. A short pause later, he pulled me up by the destroyed fabric of my dress.
I didn't even look at him; the first thing I did when I was out of that horizontal position, was grabbing the booklet and hit him in the face with it, as hard as I could.
Not waiting for whatever would follow, I opened the car door, the booklet still in my hand, as I ran into the house. Not stopping to turn on the lights, I ran the stairs up, my feet bringing me to Jude's room.
I barged in and closed the door behind me, even locking it when I saw a key in the keyhole. Speedily, I was in front of the desk and whisked the chair away before crawling inside, moving the chair back before me.
The booklet still clutched in my hands, I tried to calm my breathing. Only after a few minutes did I notice that the light was switched on in the room, which should be dark with Jude sleeping in it.
