A surge of panic shot through me followed by anger.
"Don't you even think about leaving us!" I yelled.
"Then give me some space!" She yelled back.
I balled my hands into fists and placed them on the door.
"You're pi.ssing me off, Short Cake." I ground out. "You expect us to leave this house after threatening to leave us? You've got another thing coming! I'll camp outside your window all fu.cking night if I have to. You're not leaving us. You hear me?! You're! Not! Leaving! You're staying here! I don't fu.cking care if I have to turn my room into a damn prison cell! You aren't going anywhere!"
"Psy.cho, calm down," Dragon said as he got to his feet.
"No! f***k that! She ain't leaving us," I stated. "You hear that, Blythe?! You can't leave! You're not allowed! I don't care! I don't fu.
