No one tried to follow me onto the porch. They were watching me from the window, all four pairs of eyes were on my back. I could see them from the corner of my eyes, just standing there like they were waiting for me to come back inside. I wasn’t going to do that. I wasn’t going to turn into some obedient child. None of the time we’d spent together meant we were friends or even close to being civil. They were my kidnappers and I wasn’t supposed to be making this easy for them.
The fresh clean air hit me. I kept my eyes wide open, not even risking to blink, and it took everything in me to not succumb to the burning. The dryness of my eyes became too much at some point, though I was still wasting away in the quiet by the same I gave in.
I rapidly blinked, folded my arms, and leaned against
