Clementine:
"I’m your friend. Open the door. I need to get inside. That monster is out there. It’s waiting for me to look into her eyes," the little boy said urgently, making me keep staring Haiden in the eye. We were alert at this point, but I don’t think Yorick was at the same level as we were, because he spun around as if to head for the door, out of the bedroom, and who knew where else.
The moment he took one step out of the bedroom, Haiden rushed behind him and held him from the back, dragging him into the room. But Yorick was quick. He elbowed him in the face, making Haiden let him go for a few seconds. That’s when I rushed in and spread my arms in the doorway, stopping him.
"Clementine, get out of the way," he warned me.
"No, that’s not your friend," I said, my eyes moving toward the boarded window.
"Don’t listen to her. She doesn’t even care about you," the boy complained from behind the window. Yorick looked at me again after giving the window a brief glance.
"Yorick, you need to open your eyes. How can your friend be here?" I said, watching him shake his head.
"That is him. I need to save him," he said.
It was confusing to me. Why was a young boy friends with this grown man?
"My friend, come on, open the door. I’m scared."
Rocco—that was the name of the boy Yorick mentioned.
"Clementine, I don’t want to hurt you. Please get out of the way," Yorick said, but at that time Haiden had also returned. He was now standing in front of me, between us.
"You’re gonna get us all killed," Haiden said before pushing Yorick back.
"Oh, really? You only care about yourself. That’s the truth about you. You don’t care if someone is out there dying," Yorick argued. Then he looked at me. "Of all people, I would expect you to get out of the way. And don’t use your power over me, because you know I will never push you. That would be so messed up for you to use against me."
"You don’t understand, Yorick. It is not your friend. How do you expect a young boy to survive in the north and come the same night when there is a monster outside who can mimic your loved ones?" I hissed at him, frustrated because I didn’t even know why that boy was so important to him. We had only dated for one month, so of course we didn’t have time to ponder on each other’s past.
"What is going on?" It was Troy, probably woken up by the commotion.
"Ah, one of you is hearing the monster mimic their loved ones?" Ian complained from the couch, turning around to give us his back before falling asleep again.
We all stared at him, like we always do, and then looked back at Yorick, who was also staring at Ian. I guess realization was hitting him, because he closed his eyes and stepped back until he met the bed and sat down.


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