“I told you to stay away from Joey. All of this is his doing. Honestly, you have no one but yourself to blame for this,” says Ash as he grabs my other arm. I grit my teeth, but I’m not sure if it’s because of his words or if I’m trying to take control of my body once again. The edges of my vision start to black out, and I can’t even choke out a retort. “It wasn’t Joey, it was Hillsong, and he’s a fucking dead man walking,” snaps Harley.
