Charlie had just finished throwing up when the knocking began. The music outside of the bathroom was loud, but he could still hear the stranger’s voice shouting at him. Charlie didn’t move a muscle. He just kept his eyes closed and concentrated on his breathing. Although he had only been to this house once before, he knew there were two other bathrooms, and the person outside would have to leave eventually. He could wait him out.
The knocking turned into pounding, and Charlie’s heart began to beat faster. He didn’t have anything left in his stomach to throw up, but he wanted to wash out his mouth. He could taste bile every time he exhaled. It was metallic, like the taste of an old spoon that’s been scratched. He looked over to the sink. It was only a few feet away but it would be loud, and he didn’t want to make any noise. He hated the stranger, and he wished that something bad would happen to him.
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