"I'm not going to tell you." I simply say after a very serious, very awkward moment of silence, and with that being said I went to bed.
*
I've been staring at this wall for two fucking hours. This sucks. If I sleep I'll get a nightmare, and I won't have one if Xavier is near me.
Meaning plan b.
I walk out of my room to find Xavier no where to be found. So I decide to walk around the pack house to go to his office.
When I got to his office it was closed, so I opened the door. To see Xavier working, oh look a sofa is in his office for some reason. I walk in and closed the door, Xavier looks up and the moment his eyes land on me the end of his lips tug up slightly.
"The loft is haunted." more like I am "so I'm going to sleep here. If you go back, take me with you night ."
I lay done facing the couches back. I hear a deep chuckle.
"Haunted? Well okay then. Sweet dreams, love."
"Don't call me that" I grumble.
Causing another laugh to escape from his lips.
Haunted... huh? The loft isn't haunted. I am. Haunted from the sick man who ruined the purity of a child, stole their innocence. I am that child. And his sick touch is still haunting me.
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