Chapter Six

I pick up the hot tea, shaking in my grasp. I set it down, I can't pick it up. Something feels wrong.

I step downstairs slowly, then peek from behind the wall to find him peacefully sitting there, sipping hot tea. I wince, that'd probably torn a few layers of skin, numbing his taste buds too. I take my last step off the steps, and cleared my throat loud enough for him to here, I whisper softly "I'm sorry..f-for yelling a-at you. I just didn't like for someone to watch me i-in my house." And somehow, he heard me. A slight smile spread on his face, and I went to go sit beside him, on the edge of the couch where the arm rest laid. I could feel his eyes on me, and I shifted uncomfortably. Why did he have to stare?