Payton rushed after her, as soon as Zelda carried her feet and fled the scene, the only response that came in her mind was to follow her — not even let her out of her sight, even if she had been ignoring her.
“Zelda!” she continuously called out her name as she rushed after her. But Zelda hadn’t even flinched at her shouts — or rather cries. She just kept running and running, tears rolling down her freckled cheeks.
She couldn’t face Payton right now nor any other day. What she had done to the girl had been torment enough, one that would live with her a lifetime.
Payton eventually got tired of everything, the shouts, the pleading — the cat and mouse game. Zelda wasn’t going to stop or would she speak to her even if she caught up, that she knew.
Her voice became less and less audible, no
