JuzarhLeiya

I quietly made my way back to the small house. My injured wrist held to my chest by the other hand, while I forced my crying to a stop. I could hear him walking behind me.

He had tried calling as he followed, but after a number of tries to which I did not respond, he fell silent and just walked behind me.

The subtle fear I had for Lyle wasn't subtle anymore. I was very afraid of being alone with him. I was afraid of being near him. How was I going to spend the rest of my life ...