The next day, I was swinging my legs while sitting on the couch in the library because I am alone in the house and the devil has gone to work.

His absence feels like a reprieve from chaos, A short-lived freedom to me.

After reading, I leaned back and closed my eyes and remembered him consoling me for the nightmare and later intimidating me about it.

I just don't understand him. Why does he pity me? Why does he show little gestures that make me feel like he cares? ...