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. 

CRY

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! CRY My eyes stare out of the Rain spattered window When my thoughts drift off To days spent with you I smile when I think about How we used to pretend We were only friends But inside we knew that it wasn’t true I laugh when I think about the day we … Continue reading CRY