Iris
The baseball bat connects with the wall with a sickening crack as Arthur ducks just in time, letting out a surprised yelp.
“Holy s**t!” I shriek, the bat slipping from my hands and clattering to the floor. “Arthur! I almost took your head off!”
Arthur straightens up, his eyes wide in the dim light. “Were you trying to kill me?”
“I heard noises! I thought someone broke in,” I explain, pressing a hand to my racing heart. “I forgot you were here.”
We both look at the wall where my bat made contact. There’s a sizable dent in the drywall, with small cracks spider-webbing out from the center of impact. If Arthur had been a second slower, that would have been his skull.
“I’m so sorry,” I breathe, horrified. “I just… I was half-asleep and scared and—”
Arthur starts
