Page 22 of Scarred in Silence

“Hi… Sorry… I just wanted to drop these off to Astra…”

She holds out a couple of letters. I take them swiftly, glaring at her.

I said only, “Thanks.”

“Is she doing okay?”

“Yeah. She’s fine.”

She nods, casting her glance down onto the ground.

“Okay… Thanks.”

She turns to leave, but I stop her.

“You know, I’m doing what’s best for her.”

She nods and continues her walk to her car.

I wait for her to pull away. What the fuck was that about? She thinks she can show up here unannounced and just go behind my back to tell her shit? I will know what Evelyn has to say to her. I don’t need her feeding Astra lies.

I head back inside, tossing the letters on the edge of the tablebefore I head down to the abandoned shack of a house that harbors my little whore.

* * *

I open the door and peer down at her, lying there, staring at me through the opening. I could tell her to move, but what’s the point?

I dangle the bag over the opening, to the side of where she lies. I drop it down and she startles.

“What the fuck!” She yells.

“You watched me do it,” I reply.

She looks around as if she is confused. Was she sleeping? With her eyes open?

“I—I….”

I step back from the opening, not caring to listen to her ramble about how I’m an asshole.

“Wait!” she calls up to me.

I pause, not going back over to the door.

“Come down here… Please…”

I hesitate. Is this a fucking trap?

“Why?”

“Because… I haven’t had a chance to talk to anyone… I want to eat my breakfast with you.”

“I can sit right here. Talk away.”

She whines.

“Will you please just come down here?”

I roll my eyes. Fuck.