The brass key to the cage, the one that Beck locked me in the first night I was here, catches my eye from the kitchen counter. I’ll show him I’m not going. I dart for it, grab it off the counter, and rush toward the cage. I slam the door behind me, locking it with the key. “What are you doing?” Beck stares at me with a confused expression on his face. “You can’t make me leave!” I yell to him.
This is giving “ you’re ruining my life” vibes
