>>19379973>>19381433>>19381586>>19381599Under the covers Amy gripped Nikki's arm tightly as the tension in the room reached a fever pitch, it's too loud, too crowded, the temperature seems to be rising by the second and those eyes, too many eyes, watching, judging. Those flowers, Jen.
"It wasn't your fault", Amy muttered under her breath towards Nicole, "whatever happened it wasn't your fault."
Amy glanced towards Bree, from her point of view a large predator had just entered her world, a fox in the henhouse looking to do God knows what to all of her friends. Amy's heartrate quickened and she began to feel trapped. Why is it so hot in here? As Sheila Foster crossed the room and struck Priscilla Divine across the cheek Amy would seize this opportunity to escape, with all eyes on Sheila Amy gave Nikki's hand a squeeze and gestured toward the open door, as she moved towards the exit she pecked Colby on the cheek, blanked Bree completely, then disappeared out the door momentarily making eye contact with Sheila as she left. Amy's expression was difficult to read but to anyone paying attention it would look like rage.
