Chapter 45: Anxiety At It’s Best
(TYLER)
"We won’t stay here long," Sasha scowls. "we’ll all go back to the meeting in the house soon."
What does he mean by all? Is Angelo coming back too?
In my head, I know that is a dumb question. Of course, he is coming back. He is a family member too. I’m having trouble breathing at the thought of having him around back at the house. What will it be like? I can’t stand him. I can’t be around him. How am I supposed to do that when all I can think of right now is how to kill him?
I grip Sasha’s arm. "Can Miles drive me back? I can’t wait, Sasha. I don’t think I can." My voice is shaky and Sasha stares down at me.
"What’s the rush?" he asks.
"I feel terrible." It’s not a total lie. My head feels light and I’m struggling to pull air into my lungs. I don’t think I can stay here any longer because I feel more suffocated by the minute. "I...I just need to go back." I tighten my grip. "Please, Sasha."
His brows knit. He hesitates for a bit. "I’ll drive you back."
My shoulders slump with relief. "Thank you."