For the Chief
I stared down at the window wondering if it would be wise to jump down in a bit to escape from whatever looming doom awaited me and this household because of me.
But it was too far off from the ground. I certainly wouldn't make it without breaking something. That is- if I make it at all.
"Where do I run to?" I turned to Charley who was seated on the floor next to Imelda's bed, clutching his wounded stomach.
"You should have thought of that before you pushed the knife deep-"
"Only because you asked me to!" I spat in defense.
Charley groaned presumably not having much strength to throw a fist at me about who said what and who didn't.
"Will she be alright?"
I was a bit concerned. I had just met them and now I have to leave again. But it was for their safety.
"Don't think I'm letting go of you just yet, Aurora." Imelda turned to me. "I will find you."
As threatening as that sounded I found it sensual.