Alvina's Point Of View
“Where are we going?” I asked in confusion, looking out the window the second time.
“We are going home,” Leon said firmly, looking straight ahead and not at me.
I had gone to his house many times before. It was Richard's house.
But the issue now was the fact that I couldn't recognize the surroundings of this place. It was definitely not the house I knew.
“But…” I tried to protest, just then Leon raised his hand, shutting me up.
“Less talking, more resting,” he ordered sternly, snapping his fingers, a signal for the driver to go faster.
“What have I gotten myself to?” I questioned in confusion, as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, preparing my mind for whatever was to come.
“We are here,” Leon whispered softly into my ears as he opened his door and walk
