Mickey’s POV
“HELP! I NEED A WOLF IN HERE STAT!… PREFERABLY A HOT MALE ONE, OR TWO, JUST HURRY THE F**K UP!” I scream as loud as I can. Derry’s head lolls to the side.
“S**t Red, wake up,” I try to get out from underneath her, but every time I move I get an intense pain in my lower back and butt. There’s not enough space to roll her dead weight off of me and my puny arms are not strong enough to lift her.
“Is everything okay in there Miss?” My father's voice calls through the door with a soft knock.
“Does everything sound okay?” I snap back sarcastically.
“Mickey? What’s going on? Open the door,”
“Don’t you think if I could open the damn door I would have done that rather than lying here screaming for wolves like a banshee? Kick the freaking door down and help me!” I shout back at
