"How did you know I was home?"
"Lucky guess?" He shrugs his shoulders.
I roll my eyes, "But really though."
"I don't want to lie to you."
"Then don't. You know I hate that." And I really do, I rather I'm told the truth than a lie, because although both may hurt I prefer to not be left in the dark.
"Someone told me, you didn't leave your apartment this morning."
"Who, Katie?"
He shakes his head softly, "Someone."
"SOMEONE? Who?"
He stays silent.
"You have people watching me, don't you?"
"...yeah."
"Why?" I take his arm from behind my neck, suddenly not too comfortable.
"I'm worried about you."
"Oh yeah? How long have you been worried about me? All my life? So, that means you've been having me 'watched' all my life, or just the part of my life where you left?"
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