#Chapter 155: A Feast of Our Own

Audrey “Get out! Get out of my HOUSE!” Tina and I burst out into the cold night air, bags in hand, hearts pounding. Tears streamed down my friend’s face as screams echoed down the quiet street. The peaceful harvest feast had turned into a nightmare in a matter of moments. “And don’t come back!” Tina’s father bellowed after us, followed by the slam of a door that was so hard it rattled the window panes throughout the entire house. In the background, her mother was still screaming. Not even screaming words—just screaming. Somehow, that was even worse than the slew of awful things that Tina’s father had said. We jumped into the car, the doors slamming shut as Tina fumbled with the keys. The engine roared to life, and tires screeched as she floored the accelerator. Her hands trembled on the steering wheel as we sped away from the house, the streetlights blurring into streaks of light. “Tina, slow down,” I said, my voice shaky as I gripped the dashboard.