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Inside the house T.K. was laying on the hardwood floor, his phone seemingly miles away. He could hear the rings, but they were faint, his head was pounding. Was it the door? Was someone pounding on the door?
“No, no, no, no, nobody can know. Nobody should know, but now everyone knows,” T.K. tried to sit up, gritting his teeth in pain as broken glass dug into his palms. He tried to call out to Carlos or to his dad, but he couldn’t force the words out. His throat was dry, considering the amount of alcohol he consumed.
“Tyler? Tyler Kennedy Strand, fucking answer me, please!”
