DAHILA
I couldn't say a word. It's almost like at that moment, every word lost me. They couldn't find me anywhere. My thoughts were bland, nothing made sense in my head. My hands were shaking for no vague reason, I was holding my breath.
But he drifted away, my heart pace slowed, my hands stopped shaking, I exhaled loudly and that's when my brain began to process things and as I watched him get into his car and drive away, my anger began to build.
What? He would commit murder? Did he mean to kill me? Does he think he can kill me? He's such a punk!!
But I need to learn how to get along with him. I think he's a price I have to pay for what Grandma Scott did in my life. His p***s blessed me, the much I can do is just get along with him despite his shortcomings. But he's just too
