Never have I dealt with any
more difficult,
than my own soul.
***
I'm jerked awake as I meet the hard stare of dark blue eyes. "Morning Lexie."
I remain mute as he leans closer. "Eat. Please."
He's holding out a breakfast bar for me- ready to bite. I turn my head away. "What did I do Lexie?" I close my eyes at the pain in his voice. It's not you. It's not you. It's not you.
"Please just tell me," I shake my head before he's even finished the sentence. He bows his head. "Fine. I'll let you go."
I don't raise my face as he moves to untie the ropes from me. I feel his hands shaking. It's better this way, I think. Better that he doesn't find out.
Better that he hates me for this. Rather than the truth.
He's stopped though by a sound. A sound of a car pulling into the drive. "Who..
