Chapter 7: Dorian
I don’t know what came over me.
I simply ran –
I wasn’t sure what came over me to go into self-defense mode. I’ve been taught enough to hit where it hurts the most or to where it is most lethal but only to be utilized in a life or death situation. The Bermuda Trio should be glad it’s only pressure points with fingers, it could have been worse like my house keys or my pen.
I skidded over to a halt about a few blocks from the school, my ears a bit deaf from the roar of running. My dads are going to have a fit but I seriously need a break – or at least a good amount of distance from those assbutts.
“What were you thinking?!” I heard someone wheeze beside it.
I was then I realized that I wasn’t hearing the sound of my blood and adrenaline pumping through my veins; it was my beating heart.
It was then I realized I was holding Dmitri’s hand the whole time.
Recommended music to listen to while reading (rather the very song/album that’s been fueling this mini series):