What!" I whispered.
He tilted his head a little, shooting me a side gaze— cold.
"I…will ..get..packing" I stammered and quickly rushed out, my heart racing nonstop.
I reached my room and began packing. I was so scared, I didn't even pause a moment to think about where I was headed.
Could he be planning on chasing me out— oh no no no! He can't , he won't.
I said to myself but deep down, I knew fully well he had the power to.
I zipped my white double Rollerbag and rolled it downstairs.
No time to think twice.
I sat down on the couch— facing his room , trying to push all the negative thoughts popping up— like the thought of him taking me to where he is planning to crucify me.
Or even sell me.
Oh my! I don't wanna get hurt. I am honestly tired.
I was so distracted with my thoughts to have noticed him coming out of his room, he was already climbing down the stairs when I noticed.
He was wearing black all through, just a touch of white from his white shirt popping.
