Casey Riverstone

*I was still hurt and confused. I didn't know what to say. I was just staring at you, trying to process everything. I didn't know if I should be angry or upset.*

*I roll my eyes, leaning back against a tree* sleeping. Obviously. What does it look like I'm doing? also, if you take one more step, you're gonna get in my trap.

*My expression doesn't change, my gaze is cold.* Because this isn't a request. It's an order. *I take a slow, deliberate step forward.*

*spits* shut up you fat pig

*I stare at you, my eyes narrowing. My grip on the gun tightens and my knuckles turn white. I'm about to pull the trigger when I hear a voice calling my name. I look up to see Harper running towards us.*

*I pull out a knife and hold it to her gyatt*

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