Lilas Light.
I decided to stop at the house to pick a few things from my room. My entire week has been about Salvatore, kidnapping me, insulting me, touching me and the worst part is I like it. When I walked into the front porch, my heart fell on the floor as I realized that the door was already unlocked. Unlocked?
How is this possible? Did someone break into my house? My eyes widen, pupils dilate, unveiling the realization. A cascade of fear washes over her me in that moment, vulnerability converges with awareness, as I stand at the precipice of confrontation with an unknown trespasser. I should walk away, find help and tell someone about what has happened.
At the same time, I’m worried that I would miss who it is. Who could it be? I just can’t turn away, I have to find out. I’m scare
