CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Removing his index finger, he takes a really deep breath which for me was more than enough for him to calm himself. Is that a good thing,or has he seen me for the scared little girl that I was, and finally decided that it would be in everyone’s best interest for him to get a rein on his anger before I wee on myself.
The later was much more likely.
“I understand that you are scared…”
“wait a minute, I’m not scared of you” Lies, lies lies. But he didn’t have to know that now did he?
Why is my mouth running faster than my brain? Like it is hell bent on getting me killed.
Just so you know mouth, if I die you are going down with me and that is a fact.
At this point, I think I was just flat out trying to get myself killed, and I can bet that I wasn’t heading through
