Kaden felt like a sack of bricks was sitting on his chest, he felt like Barak had his fat arm around his neck and was choking him out. He was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall and his hand across his collarbones pressing down hard, cos like, at least his hand was real.
He should tell Marcie piss off and leave him alone. He should. He told himself he should. He didn't know what to say to her and it would be easier to be alone right now. Well, not easier. He didn't know.
"Fine!" he replied, purposefully vague about which question he was answering. Then maybe she'd leave without him actually having to tell her to leave, so he wouldn't have to feel bad about it later.