“What’s going on?” I look up at Damon.
Did we do something wrong?
He shakes his head, scooting back and pulling me with him. “I don’t know.”
We move out of sight and stand up, feeling the floor vibrate under us like someone is coming up the ladder.
He’s rigid next to me, but he looks just as confused. I should’ve told my mom where I was going, but she was with Mr. Torrance, and it just happened.
Is that why he’s mad?
My father comes up through the door in the floor, his lips tight, and his suit wrinkled.
He stands up, scowling at us both.
“Get away from her,” he orders Damon.
Damon and I exchange looks, both of us scared.
My father charges over, and Damon steps in front of me.
“Did he hurt you?” my dad asks.
But Damon just shakes his head. “I didn’t.”
It sounds like a plea. Why is my father so worried?
“Move.” He pushes Damon out of the way.
My dad grabs my hand and pulls me. I stumble, letting out a cry.
“You don’t speak to him, and you are never allowed back at this house,” he growls. “If Mom brings you, you tell me. Do you understand?”
“But I want her to come back,” Damon says. “Please.”
“What did we do?” I ask my dad.
He just ignores me, flexing his jaw and squeezing my hand as he yanks me toward the door.
I look back at Damon but stumble when Dad nudges me toward the hole in the floor. I spin back around, looking down to the ground far below and shake my head. My knees shake, and I feel like I’m going to pee my pants.
“I’m scared,” I start to cry.
I can’t see the steps going down like I could coming up.
“Now!” he snaps.
I jump.
Shaking and tears streaming, I crouch down by the hole, knowing I’m going to slip. My foot will slip. I know it. I won’t be able to see the steps underneath me.
But Damon rushes over and takes my hand, pulling me away from the hole and putting himself in front of me again.
“Leave her alone!” he fights. “I’ll help her! I’ll do it!”
My father charges for him, Damon steps back, digging into my foot, and I cry out.
“Just get out of here!” Damon yells. “I’ll bring her down!”