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My eyes wandered around the room until I caught them pacing around the room with their hands on their head.
The tension was tough in this dark and messy room, and I walked in five seconds ago. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion because of the scene in front of me. They both looked stressed, infuriated and irritated. But the only reason that rung through my mind was, the situation with Topper saving Sarah and their words exchanges. I thought they made up while I spent my time in the hectic institution. But I was wrong.
"Guys, we've gotta go. Heyward's been beaten up badly. We don't know by who, but Guffy called JJ." I rambled, watching as their infuriated complexions bent into anxiousness.
"What happened!" John b's hands slipped down to his side making my head shake. "We can answer your many questions in the van, let's go!" I tapped the wooden door a couple of times, earning Sarah to sprint towards me and we all streamed out of his dark room in an urgency.
"Where are the others?" Sarah asked before we began dashing toward the screen door. "JJ's getting them," I replied, grasping the small screen door knob and yanked it open.
"Do you know who did it?" John B asked while I sprinted out of the house with them following behind. "Did you not hear what she said?" Sarah uttered, earning a small scoff from John B.
"I'm not talking to you. I didn't say your name." He coldly said before I saw three walking presences in the corner of my eye. "You didn't say her name either. You just said your stupid fuckin question." Sarah used the same tone, while I pressed my hands against the porch door, and pushed it.
I glimpsed over and caught JJ walking with the two others behind him, as Pope scrambled behind him. He flung his veiny hands into his tight curly hair, and a nervous complexion surged him.
"JJ! Talk to me!" Pope threw his head back.
"My question is not even stupid, you know what is? You giving Topper the thought that he can have a chance with you right now." John b spat, as my legs stomped on the porch stairs, finally meeting with the stressed three.
"Oh my god! Shut up!" I yelled, earning everyone's eyes land on me, and their mouths closed, not one breath heard.
"Not you Pope. We are trying to check up on Heyward who just got attacked. If you two wanna continue your therapy session, just stay here." I turned around, gradually walking backward, and pointed my finger at the disorganized house next to us.
