LYNN
Nyx was supposed to run after me, to beg, to explain she wasn't doing anything improper with Ron but I stayed at the end of the hallway for the next thirty minutes after I angrily left and she never came.
The door to Ron's room was shut and my hands itched, and breath becoming shallow to know what was going on inside there.
Earlier, she had sworn on everything she held dear that she never slept with Ron and I believed her. It was hard, a last resort for her to swear on her dead father's grave to prove her truth.
She held her father dear and would constantly blame herself for his death but she had invoked that all because of Ron?
I felt jealous.
That bastard didn't deserve to go an inch closer to her and I couldn't yell in his face or make him suffer. So, Nyx was the scapegoat,
