Rain
I stood in the kitchen, my chest tight with a rage that felt like it was going to burst my ribs open. I slammed the cupboard door, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet house. My hands were shaking. I grabbed a pot, then a knife, then a bag of onions, but I couldn't focus. My mind was a mess.
Yesterday kept playing on repeat. Rex on that couch. The blood. The way his body jerked like a broken doll. And it was all because of a secret. All because River wanted to be the Boss’s favorite pet.
Who said I could just get over what happened yesterday? That person was a big, fat liar.
I started chopping an onion, the blade hitting the board with a violent thwack-thwack-thwack. My eyes were already stinging, but it wasn't just the onions. It was the feeling of being stabbed in the b
