HUNTED: Chapter Twelve

Watson grips the chair and pushes it harshly into the desk behind me, “Do. Not. Play. Games. With. Me. Boy.” He spits out, “I am a kind man but she is like a daughter to me and I see the way you are looking at her.” His bite is sharp and I am left stunned. I watch as he walks away without so much as a glance back in my direction. 

Dear Me, (My Life In Photographs)

Dear Me, Life is interesting isn't it? You think you will turn out one way but then you end up the complete oppisite. I wish I could give perspective from my point of view but the view from the top is never clear. I see you striving for success. Making yourself bleed just for advancement. … Continue reading Dear Me, (My Life In Photographs)