ELLA
One second I was trying my best to act as if I was asleep. The next, fire ripped through my head as Natalie grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me out of my bed. I landed on the floor, whimpering.
“Get the f**k up,” she hissed at me.
I stood facing her. The words I had intended died in my throat as my eyes landed on the gun. Terror swept through me.
“Out the door. Move! And not one f*****g word!”
My legs felt about the same consistency as jelly. But I did what she wanted, moving slowly to the door, and glancing at the dogs. They were both alert, growling at Natalie. In the hall, she closed the door, leaving them on the bed.
“Downstairs.”
Natalie pressed the gun into my back, ushering me forward. One agonizing step after the other, she guided me to the living room. Quickly,
