"Can you please tell me where we're going? It's making me anxious more than I already am." I spoke between huffs of breath. I didn't have my jacket on because we rushed outside the house without any previous planning.
"I'm sorry love. We're going to my house."
"What fo-" my words froze in my throat upon processing what he said. He called me 'love'.
A dangerous silence suddenly filled Thomas's Mercedes.
Did I like it or was I scared?
Frightened was I.
I didn't want love.
Dad's love brought us his death.
Mom's love brought us her absence.
Blake's love brought us what's worse than the latter two.
"I'm sorry it's a slip of a tongue" Thomas said. I didn't reply and he didn't say anything afterwards. I was hoping the silence takes it away.
Upon seeing me hugging my arms, he turned on
