Krystal’s POV
There was a more deadly silence louder than any sound. The letter was between my fingers dangling like it contained venom. Colt stepped a few paces near me, and said nothing. He was simply staring at me. It looked like he was able to see what I was thinking through my skin and even trace my thoughts which I had buried deep buried. I stared at the paper.
"Unless they can give me what I want. I will do It myself" It was audaciously written on the paper.
"What the f**k does that mean?" I grumbled, but the response played right along the border of fear.
"She has been acting strange." My mother explained, fingering her coat. " She won't eat with us. She locks up her room. She even tore some of her clothes."
"She requires a psychiatrist, not me." I snarled.
“We suggested
