HUNTED: Chapter Twelve

Watson grips the chair and pushes it harshly into the desk behind me, “Do. Not. Play. Games. With. Me. Boy.” He spits out, “I am a kind man but she is like a daughter to me and I see the way you are looking at her.” His bite is sharp and I am left stunned. I watch as he walks away without so much as a glance back in my direction. 

Our Vows

HERS I know what it feels like to really hurt, to cry when no one knows, to fake life because life has pierced you and has left your heart crippled by a broken aero. I patched my wound with sarcasm, anger, bitterness, and resentment. I never knew or understood the full capacity of what love … Continue reading Our Vows