We spent the whole night together like that, with him pressed up against me with his head in my lap as I sat there waiting and trying to ome up with plans for all possible outcomes... or at least have plans from A to D, but my options were limited. As my father declared us his enemies or as persona non grata in his eyes, it means that no one will really help us, because all of them will be scared to cross him or lose his good grace.
Staying here... well I don't know if that will even be an option, at least not for me.
Mindlessly, I reached up to touch the painful marks on my neck. The image of his eyes full of pure rage was still there every time I tried to close my eyes. I could still feel them there... cutting off my air and the feeling that my lungs will never be full of air again.
