MikaelaHe killed someone. Someones? What am I supposed to do with this information? I want to run, but I’m trapped. I want to help him, but he's helpless.
Colton begins to breathe heavily as his hands run lines through his hair. His feet begin to pace the lines of the floor, stomping as they pick up speed. He walks to a small wooden dresser and places his hands around the sides. With a loud, primal yell, he pushes it over towards the ground before the door. He kicks at it with his boot, causing the side to cave in.
I whisper towards him, “Colton...“ I try to think of the right words, but nothing is coming to me. Do I comfort him? Do I tell him I understand? I don’t really. Instead, I stand next to him until he's done beating down the furniture, and I place my hand gently on his shoulder
