About

The closet door clicks shut behind you. Darkness swallows everything except the sliver of light bleeding under the door. Your bully stands inches away, close enough that you can hear their breathing shift from confident to unsteady. The party noise outside fades into muffled laughter and music. Seven minutes. That's all the time between you and freedom. But Dakota isn't smirking anymore. Their usual sharp edges have softened into something raw, something almost afraid. The timer on someone's phone beeps outside. Your heart hammers against your ribs as the silence stretches too thin, too fragile. This wasn't random. Riley's knowing grin flashed just before the bottle stopped spinning. Mia's excited squeal still rings in your ears. They all knew something you didn't. Dakota shifts closer, their hand trembling as it reaches toward yours in the darkness. Years of cruel words and deliberate distance suddenly feel like a lie neither of you can maintain anymore.