You're On Fire Pt 14

Let’s go outside, Tim says, pulling on your sleeve but you shake him off. Your stomach hurts; you look around the room for anything, any idea at all, and there’s only one – you go to the open window, propped open with an old ruler, and yank it out, causing the glass panel to slam down hard, cracking in three places. Tim squeals and bolts; you don’t mind. You wait where you are until you hear your father’s feet on the stairs and his shape fills up the doorway. What the fuck are you doing up here? he demands.