“Boot, a word.”

Your stomach flips.

You know that tone. The one that he uses on you so much. It was the kind that couldn’t be fucked with, and you know better than to go against him because really, it’s not a question- it’s an order.

You glance at Lucy, who arches a brow but stays quiet. Shit. Lucy was always quick to defend you, even from her own boyfriend when Tim got too harsh. But not right now. Which means Lucy is just as pissed as Tim.

Fuck.

What should have been a short walk quickly becomes a long one as the three of you move farther away, out of both earshot and sight. The suffocating silence doesn't help the relentless tension building between you all and with the two close to your sides. Tim brushes his hand gently against your lower back, steering you. At the same time, Lucy’s knuckles graze yours ever so slightly.

The second they guide you into an empty room, your adrenaline pumps alarmingly as you can't help but watch as Lucy turns the lock, its echo wailing amongst the quietness.

Tim finally speaks up, “What the hell was that?” He rounds on you with eyes blazing.