Jemma was starving. That alone is what led her to being downstairs. Itâs why she heard her girlfriendâs cries. Instinctively, she covered her ears. It pained her to see the girl so broken. Sheâd kept herself together for Frankeâ for her. Rolling to her side, she immediately gripped her hand. Jemma didnât know how to handle this. How the older girl had managed to for so longâ she didnât know. âHey, hey⊠Levi. Iâm okay. Weâre okay, babeâŠ,â she stammered out, trying to wake her.
Leviâs hand subconsciously tightened around the one in hers while the other one bunched around Jemmaâs shirt, her knuckles turning white at how clenched her fist was. Opening her eyes, pure terror glistening from them, the deaf woman tugged her brows together tightly. âJemma, get out of here! Whereâs Frankie?â She asked, her eyes scanning the room, a rumbling sound still haunting her mind despite it not actually happening anymore. âItâs happening again, why are you just sitting there!?â She asked full of panic, sitting up quickly, still looking for her daughter.