Dammit

Kacie

The quiet scraping of the slow unlocking threatened to give send me into full panic mode when the click of the lock sounded. I gulped and braced myself for Ken’s return as the door opened. I never thought I’d say this but I’ve never been so happy to see Clara. I was so relieved I could have cried.

She stood in the doorway, her hand on the doorknob as her eyes scan the room. When they land on me I could swear I saw a hint of pity in her gaze before a cool mask of indifference slipped into place.

She strode over to the bed and leaned down toward me. She gripped my arm and pulled me up until I was sitting. Her eyes scan down my body and a small frown pull down on her lips.

“You look like shit,” Clara says.

My mouth is still full of whatever material he used to silence me. I could respond with all the vile words I want to throw at he