I couldn't bring myself to look at Pierce still. I was too embarrassed. I just wanted him to leave.
Suddenly, I saw his hands move toward my face. I squeezed my eyes shut hard as I waited for the onslaught. I wasn't sure if Pierce was going to hit me, grab me, or hurt me some other way.
However, all I felt was the release of my wrists. My eyes opened as I pulled my wrists to my chest and started to rub them. Pierce reached out to grab one of my hands, but I yanked it back. I started to shuffle away from him, deciding there was not enough space between us.
"It's okay Otter- Otti, I'm not going to hurt you." Pierce told me as he held his hands up.
I clearly wasn't convinced.
"Sh.it, did they make you drink more? You look really out of it," he asked.
Alarm bells went off in my head and
