He drove us home, fast and silent, not saying one word more than for me to get out when I didn’t have the courage to even move when he opened the door and got inpatient and pulled me out making me yelp for his hand being around my already bruised wrist when he let me go giving me the slightest glint of regret before it disappeared, and he got cold again.
We got into the elevator, and I didn’t close my eyes, it wasn’t that scary anymore, not when he was with me, what scared me was the darkness that was luring over his face and posture, just waiting to get inside the doors and start doing whatever he was planning.
My body was trembling when the doors opened and he was still holding onto my arm in his firm grip and pulled me along, I looked surprised when he walked towards my door instead o
