Bumping into Madeline Black

Eve's POV

"Get dressed!" 

I looked up from the TV at Tom. He stood behind the sofa, a cold look on his face. There was that snarky look in his eyes. A look that made me want to run for my life.  

"W-what?" I mumbled, trying to stop my hands from shaking. What did he want this time? Had I done something to offend him? I tried to think of what had possibly happened that day, but it was four in the evening and I had barely seen Tom until he arrived a few hours ago.  

"I said, get dressed!" He snapped, looking like the next time he spoke, thunder would smack me right in the face.  

I had barely seen him all day. He had been that way in the past few days. Ever since he had arrived that night, all bloodied and. Ever since the nightmares. I knew something was going on and it definitely had something to do with Barlow.  

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