>Mallory
I sat on the floor behind the bedroom door, my back pressed against the wood. My phone was clutched tightly in my hand, my fingers stiff from holding it for too long. The screen had already gone dark, but I didn't move to turn it on again.
I can't believe this.
When she needs me the most, I can't even do anything.
I'm useless.
The thought kept repeating in my head, over and over, until it hurt. I buried my face into my knees, breathing in slowly, trying to calm the tight feeling in my chest.
Then I heard the sound of the front door opening.
My head snapped up.
Footsteps followed, steady and familiar. I quickly stood up, my legs a little numb from sitting too long, and rushed out of the room. I nearly ran down the stairs, gripping the railing to keep myself from tripping.
It was Venz.
