Stranded in Thoughts
His breathing quickened, and sweat beaded along his temple.
Chevonne hesitated, then she continued. “Next is the treasurer, Rex—”
“He’s part of this, huh,” Josh said, his voice cracking.
Before any of us could react, he bolted upright and lunged for the window, smashing his fists through the glass with a sickening crash. Splinters of glass rained down as he kept swinging, his knuckles shredding against the jagged edges.
“Josh, stop!” I cried, but he didn’t hear me. His face twisted with rage and agony, his veins bulging, his bloodied fists hammering the broken window frame again and again.
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