THERE WAS TOO much yelling, and my fist couldn't knock. I wanted to speak to Brighton before class about changing some of my rotation hours, so I arrived thirty minutes too soon... at least, given my original mission.
Both voices were familiar. Both voices wanted very opposite things. Everly screamed that she wanted to go see someone named Truscott. Brighton yelled that she was supposed to have stayed home today and needed to rest. Also, that he was in charge, that she didn't know what she was talking about, how juvenile she was acting, and a string of other fatherly things. Everly's voice was more of a plea, begging with every protest.
I walked away from the classroom door, not wanting to hear or know anything else that happened inside of Everly's world.
The taste of that lie burned as I tried to swallow it down.
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