Chapter Forty Two:There is no good guy
I can hear him walking behind me and I am doing my best to out-walk him but I guess he has the advantage of longer legs and more energy to actually keep up with the silly race than I do.
I feel his hand rest on my shoulder and I try to walk faster but he just grabs my forearm. I want to fight him and get away from him but again.... I have no energy for this whatsoever.
"How have I turned into the bad guy again?" The words put a grimace on my face and thinking of a way to answer him makes my head hurt.
Or is it my heart?
I am just not in the right state of mind. I have never wanted to go home to my family more than I do right now.
"Let me go." I barely get the words out but at least they make it out.
"Go where? Where are you going, sweet cakes?"
