AISHA
I WOULD LIKE to head home to my apartment. That was what I answered when Spencer asked where I wanted to go. Then he drove his car after hearing my response. My arms were hurting from the incident and I just wanna lay on my bed and sleep.
Spencer did not ask me further questions.
Despite his silence, I knew he had been battling with anger inside him—against Ricky, if the police found out it was him. He was so sure about his words he wouldn’t allow him to say daylight.
“Spencer, you don’t have to. I’m already safe.”
“No, this is a crime that he committed.”
“Then you’ll be committing another crime just because of it?” My voice rose a little. Beyond the subtle anger that I was showing, I was just worried about him.
“Don’t do that, please…” I mumbled, my voice getting weaker.
