"Forget about them." Comes his curt response.

I feel agitated. This wasn't the answer to my question.

How can I forget about yk family just like that? The thought of their wellbeing haunts me.

He can't just say that.

"But I need to know." I insist. The pain in my voice is ever so evident.

Can he not see that I'm miserable?

"You don't understand." I whisper harshly, the calmness of the night now starts to creep in.

I feel suffocated.

"Atleast let me know." I beg.

He doesn't pick ...