Auston's POV. Okay, okay Auston get shit together, okay , you need to get yourself together because honestly, I’m was totally screwed. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, sweat dripping off me like I’d run a marathon. Every sound outside made me flinch, my. Standing by the window, I peered through the blinds for the hundredth timeMy sweater was sticking to my skin—hot, damp, and stained with his blood.Shit.The sweater had to go. I yanked it off and flung it onto the floor like it burned. My feet wouldn’t stop pacing, back and forth, back and forth, like somehow the movement could shake off the panic spiraling inside me. My hands were clammy, trembling at my sides.What was I supposed to do? How the hell was I supposed to explain this to Aliyah? She helped me, sure, but she didn’t sign up for this. I could already picture her face if she found out. God, I was spiraling. My lungs burned as I tried to breathe, but it was like I couldn’t get enough air.Then a soft knock on the door near