Page 42 of Because of Liam

My arms drop. My defensive posture, gone. I feel myself go limp. The mantra inside my head turns to screams, but I don’t say anything. I need out. I need to run and hide. I almost collapse right then and there and it takes everything I have to hold on. I don’t say a word, don’t deny, and as the first sting of tears burns my eyes, I turn and walk to my bedroom, closing the door as Skye’s voice reaches me, calling my name. I try to make it to my bed, but three steps into my room, I fall to my knees and the tears follow.

Not Jon.

Not Jon.

Please God.

Not Jon.

Not Jon.

Not Jon.