Emptiness that leaves you drained...

Lyla

"You killed him," Clarissa echoed again, her eyes shooting daggers at me.

I stared at her, totally stunned while my heart hammered against my ribcage trying to process her words. The accusation hit me – stinging deeper than anything I'd ever expected to hear from her.

"What?" I whispered, hoping my voice was steady enough. "How could you… Why would you even say that?"

"Why would I even say that?" she repeated with a sneer, closing the distance between us until we were nearly nose to nose. Her eyes, which were the colour of my father's shone with anger.

"Your father has just died, Lyla," she spat. "You should be with your family, mourning with us but here you are running away as usual. You only care about yourself and when things don't work out, you play the victim."