DAWSON
I walked the hallway to the hotel room with Carla, slowly trailing behind me. Swiping the keycard, the door opened and I walked inside.
Seconds passed before she got to the threshold, visibly nervous and scared. She didn't move any further. With an impatient sigh, I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.
“Dawson…” she tried to protest but I quickly kicked the door shut and stood in front of it.
“Carla. Relax…”
“I don't wanna be here…”
“You'll leave in a few minutes,” I said, grabbing her hands, and stopping her from reaching for the doorknob.
“No. I wanna leave now…” she said, struggling to free her hands from my grip.
“Just give me a second, Carla. Please. I need to talk to you. We'll just talk. And then I'll drive you to your apartment.”
“What do you wanna
