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Shit. Every muscle in my body froze.
“Goddamnit!” Jasper’s hands shook as he fumbled with my phone, dialing. “Go get clothes on! Now, Mason!” he demanded, his tone low but urgent.
“911, what’s your emergency?” I barely made out the operator pick up in the sudden stillness of Jasper’s house.
Jasper’s voice became a buzz in my ears as my brain started to shut down.
Couldn’t. Function.
Joseph—should be in jail. How… Why was he outside? What had he texted?
“Mason!”
I blinked to find Jasper directly in front of me.
“Police are on their way. We have to get dressed.”
Nodding dumbly, I stumbled back toward his room, his hand a vise grip around my wrist. He released his hold on me and grabbed his white briefs from off the floor and sweats from his bottom drawer. I fumbled to pull on my own pants.
He rushed back into the living room, leaving me alone. I struggled to put on a T-shirt, my breaths coming too fast. My legs went weak as I poked my head through the shirt, sliding my arms through the right holes.
A fist pounded on the front door.
Oh fuck.I gulped, once more frozen.
“Mason!” a voice shrieked, and although muffled by doors and walls, I recognized its owner. “If you don’t open this door right fucking now, I’ll torch the place! You hear me! I fucking burn you and your pretty whore to ash!”
His words were slurred, but the threat hit me all the same.
I sank to the floor, curled into a ball.
Sirens rose in the distance, quickly overtaking the profanities spewing from Joseph’s lips as he continued to rant.
The front door banged inward—Joseph’s words cut off.
I whimpered, eyes clenched shut, shoving my fingers into my ears.
Muffled shouts sounded, but a keening welled inside my chest and erupted, blocking their words.
No, no, no…
“Mason!”
Jasper.
I cracked an eyelid to find him crouched beside me. Unharmed. His eyes full of relief.
“Cops are here, baby.” He held out his arms, and I threw myself at him, sending us both against the wall. He shifted me sideways on his lap, and I clung to him, my face buried in his neck.
“Do you know who I am?!” Joseph’s shrieks echoed through the house. “You’re touching me without my consent!” he screamed—and I burst into manic laughter at the irony.
“You’re under arrest—”
“No! I’ll have your goddamn badges for this! You can’t do this to me!” Joseph attempted to cut off the cop reading his rights, but the low tone continued on, slowly fading as they must have dragged Joseph outside.
Although lights flashed through the house’s darkness, quiet settled briefly around us.
“Okay, Mase?”
