After a short Walmart trip, Ryder left home for the night. He promised to be back tomorrow before the police came to take my statement.
Ryder watched me like a hawk the whole evening and even tucked me in telling me that if I needed something just holler. I insisted that I was fine and curled up into the crinkling blanket on the bed.
The feather pillow crunches under the weight of my head and I looked around the room. His childhood posters were still tacked on the walls. Soccer trophy's stood on a shelf above his old desk and a picture of him and his dad rested on the bedside table.
It was funny to see his innocent face and ink-less skin. He looked so grown and intimidating with all his tattoos. I spent an hour or so staring at the walls before I finally drifted off to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
The Secrets We Keep (Formally WAIT)
Teen FictionI was terrified of small spaces and he knew that. I could feel the sweat pooling in the crease behind my knees. My arms were hugging my knees to my chest and my chin rested on my knee and I waited for Darren to unlock the closet. I couldn't reach m...
