I sat on the cold hardwood floor for I don’t even know how long.
My arms stayed wrapped tight around my knees while I rocked slowly back and forth.
Time felt blurry, minutes bled into hours. I had no idea anymore.
Heavy footsteps came down the hall. I flinched hard and pressed my back tighter against the wall.
Alan appeared holding a tray. He crouched down right in front of me until we were eye level and set the tray on the floor between us, “I cooked it myself, eat.”
I slapped the tray away with all my strength.
Plates and food flew everywhere. Glass shattered and scattered across the floor.
His eyes followed the mess for a second then snapped back to me, “what? You’re going to starve now?”
I stayed completely silent staring at the spilled food instead of him.
“Answer me Hazel,
