Ecstasy

Alex slams Eli’s head against the door again, but Eli just laughs. Like he doesn’t care. Like he’s a fucking psychopath.

But Alex laughs, too.

He steps back from Eli, letting him go, his hands up, letting him know he’s done.

He turns to face me.

“Fuck you, Zara. I am fucking done. I’m fucking done with you. Fuck you. Find your own fucking way home.”

And then he grabs his shirt from the floor and pulls it on. He steps to the door, grabs Eli by the collar, opens the door, and shoves Eli out before he follows, slamming the door so hard a book thuds to the floor from the built-in shelves.

I hold my breath, hoping he’ll come back.

Hoping he’ll at least take me home.

But he doesn’t.

Minutes pass and he doesn’t come back.