HIS POV
I followed them.
They walked down the street like it was a date.
Her laugh was too high. Her hand kept brushing her hair back. Nervous.
She was lying to herself.
Trying to outrun me with smiles and fake normal.
But you can’t run from the thing that lives in your walls.
You can’t hide from the man who taught your body how to beg.
They stopped outside a brick building. His place. She hesitated.
Good girl.
Don’t go in.
Don’t you f*****g dare.
He said something. Smiled.
She nodded.
No.
She climbed the stairs and disappeared through the door.
That was it.
I crossed the street. Calm. Controlled.
By the time I picked the back lock, my pulse wasn’t even racing.
Because I already knew how it would end.
The second I stepped inside, I heard them upstairs.
Footsteps. Voice
