Bastian wasn't in a good place, but I hadn't been prepared for what I'd walked into tonight. Covered in his own filth and vomit, he was hallucinating. Or s**t, maybe he was just drunk. Or maybe he'd finally lost his damn mind. I didn't know.
The shot exploded through the silence, tearing apart the space between us. I knew what it was before it registered in my mind what he had done. Rolling or falling off the couch, I scrambled to my feet, desperate to reach him.
"Bastian..." I cried, reaching the door. My fists beat on the wood as I struggled to get into the barricaded room. My hands ached, and I'd used my shoulder to ram the door, but it barely budged.
"No, no, no." This was too final.
Bathroom.
I was running out of time. With him on the other side, the only way was through the
