SERAPHINA
It was the first time I was skipping classes and I had no idea where to go. I didn’t want to go to the Morelli house, not when my mother didn’t even text me or call me to ask where I was when I didn’t come back home last night.
And I had no desire to go to Dante's house of horror in the middle of nowhere. If I was getting a few hours away from them then I was going to take that reprieve.
But, again, that left me with nowhere to go.
The path stretched long ahead of me, the sky darkening with the threat of rain, but I focused on my feet. One step after another, it helped in silencing the chaotic unfamiliar whispers in my head.
I hated him.
I do hate him.
And still, it affected me to see Sienna touching him, and him letting her touch him. Last night his fingers had been ins
