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Submitted to Contest #267
The door slammed, shaking the house – or at least it seemed to. I threw my bag down on the couch, pacing back and forth in front of the TV. My hands were shaking, my head was about to spin itself right off my neck, and it didn’t help that lightning was electrifying the air.I could feel Blake standing behind the couch, staring at me, watching my every damn move like a psychopath. Except he wasn’t a psychopath, was he? He was Blake. ‘Eve…’ his voice was hoarse. ‘Talk to me.’ I shook my head. I think I was crying. In all honesty I wasn’t sure ...
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