Book 3: Chapter 11

My stupid shoes wobbled, forcing me to stop just short of my car when one slipped twisting my ankle a bit. I cried out and would have hit the ground if someone hadn’t caught me.

When I raised my head, the blue eyes of my savior had turned to a dark midnight and were writhing with anger.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Trev growled.

“I-I have to go home. I can’t stay here. I don’t want to be here. I have to leave,” I began to babble.

Normally, I would never cry in front of anyone.

Normally, I did not yell or scream or shout.

Normally, I was the picture of tranquility and grace as my mother had brought me up as.

Right now, however, that image broke. I needed to scream, cry and break something all at once. The radical emotions welled up in me until I began to fight against the bonds that held me. I did not realize those bonds were Trev’s arms until he snapped.

“Stop! You are going to hurt yourself!”

As if the bubble