Clair
Tyler started dragging me to the cabin by holding my arm firmly as I tried to squirm and pull away, it didn’t help much. I was still dizzy, weak, and very tired.
“Stop moving!” he complained.
“Why are you doing this Tyler?” I replied as I pulled back, trying to dig my feet onto the slightly wet earth and keep myself in place.
“You know I will take you there anyway! Why do you always have to be such a headache?” he asked, annoyed.
So now I was the headache? “You kidn*pped me; don’t you call me a headache!”
“Just shut up!” he yelled, tightening his hold on me.
After struggling and listening to my protests, he succeeded in taking me into the cabin and pushed me inside. I almost fell to the floor face first, and would have if I hadn’t broken my fall by steadying my hands
