“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll help you up the stairs.”
I didn’t argue as he put his arm around my waist and led me up the staircase.
We passed the door to Amanda’s room on the way to ours. I wondered if she was inside already, waiting for him. The door was closed, so there was no way for me to tell.
David walked me into our room, and I went directly to the bed and threw myself down on my stomach.
“Come on, I’ll help you get cleaned up,” he said, but I didn’t respond. I closed my eyes and let my breathing become heavy.
“Ella,” he called out. “Are you asleep?”
I didn’t respond, but I could sense him coming closer and looking at my face.
“Passed out already,” he muttered. “Good.”
I listened as he moved around the room for a few moments, then the door opened an
