BAILEY
Why? That was the one question oscillating in my head. Why had I come here? What was I doing here? I stood, transfixed, staring at him. I could hear the loud beating of my heart in my ears as I swallowed the clog in my throat.
“What are you doing here?” He growled. I almost flinched, but I had thought about this carefully before coming here. I had also been on the lookout, watching to know when he returned.
“We need to talk, Hallowell.” I said. He arched his brow at me, “You shouldn't be here. Leave.” He said coldly. I had prepared for his coldness and hurtful words but it still stung.
“Why are you being so mean to me? Why am I here? Why did you even let me be taken care of under your roof and why am I even still here?” I paused, my throat clogging once more, “You act like I do
