Clementine
One week later.
It’s always been one foot forward and two steps back but I’m running now. One foot in front of the other and I refuse to trip.
We made our way slowly to Alaska. We have barely spoken. We have taken a new flight each day to get us closer, stopping off in another country and getting new identification each time. I feel numb. Theo tried to comfort me and speak to me but I never spoke. I’m too tired, I’m drained. I love him and I appreciate him, but I’m not a toy to be passed around from brother to brother.
Most hotels we have stayed in have contained one bed. He holds me to sleep each night whilst he strokes my hair and kisses my head. He has never tried to kiss my mouth or try anything s****l. He doesn’t spoon me. If I turn over, he respects me and doesn’t pu
