~Lyra~
He was coming home. As in..here. As in this house. The same house where the music was still playing, where half the school was probably grinding in the living room. .
He couldn’t see this.
He would kill Tasha. Not figuratively. Not emotionally. Like, literally. We’d both be dead. Buried six feet under a f*****g rose garden with matching tombstones that said, “Here lies Lyra and Tasha. They tried Damon Thornvale.”
I started pacing again, the panic fully kicking in.
Think, think, think, b***h.
He could not find out.
So I did what any emotionally unwell, freshly heartbroken, wildly overstimulated girl would do.
I lied.
“Nooo. The insect fumigants just left. Like just now. The house is fumigated and still smells like poison. It’s not safe to come in yet.”
I held my breath. Sen
