Selena took a deep breath and held it. - What kind of threat was that? Would he kill her if she misbehaved? - She exhaled slowly and reached for her cup. Her coffee had grown cold. She downed the contents and slammed the cup back on the counter.
Roland stomped back upstairs and began packing. -So much for making her see that I’m not a monster. F***. I can’t make her understand. I am a monster. - He sat on the bed. Roland stared at his hands. -Was I trying to kill her? What if I lose my temper with Selena? Will I kill again with my hands? - He knew that if someone were to mess with Selena, he would gladly do it again. He ran his hands through his hair and held it back as he blew out the air that he was holding in. He raised his eyes to the heavens and said “God, help me.’
The train was re
