12. PTSD

1972 Words

CALEB “Valerie? s**t!” I cursed. As soon as I turned around, fear throttled me. She was standing at the door, her face pale and endless tears streaming down her cheeks. I marched over to her and in seconds, she stepped back to get away from me. She was afraid of me, I could tell because I saw the same brand of fear in her eyes the day I rescued her. But what hurt me at the moment was that her fear equated me with Oslo. Valerie was so stricken with terror that she literally shook and held herself steady against a wall. “Valerie, listen to me…” I tried but in vain. “Don’t! Don’t come near me!” She screamed. Frustration split me in half. I raked a hand through my hair, not knowing what to do. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked. She was never supposed to come down. It was not

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