We're still on lockdown, meaning we've been cooped up in the compound for the best part of a week now. It's getting beyond crazy here. I know how she feels, I'm feeling trapped as much as she is. Although right now, I'm not sure I can handle stepping foot outside of the clubhouse, never mind the front gates. The guys won't tell us anything about what's going on. They just mutter "club business" whenever we ask and hurry off. Even Prez has remained tight lipped with Teresa. Whatever it is that's going on, it's serious. Since Lola's body was found the guys all seem on high alert. They investigate anything out of place and watch wherever the women go. It's a far cry from the first few days I was here. Everyone seemed laid back, but not any longer. I feel on edge, as if Satan will creep up on me at any minute. I'm sitting on my bed, technically it's Angel's bed, but I'm not even thinking about that right now. Teresa approaches, grabbing my hand.
