This is different and much worse because it's not me.
It's her.
And I don't know where she is, I don't know if she's hurt, If she's scared, If she's…..I drag a hand down my face, trying to steady myself.
"What the fuck is she going through right now…" I mutter under my breath.
The thought alone makes something twist deep in my chest.
"Is she even okay?"
I let out a sharp breath.
"Fuck."
The word comes out low, bcause I know….i know exactly where this leads and this is my fault, every bit of it. I brought her into this, Into my world,Into my mess And now she's paying for it. My jaw tightens as anger starts mixing with the fear.
At myself and at whoever did this, at everything.i don't stay in the room, i cant it feels suffocating.
I turn sharply and head straight for my office.l need answers and I need them now.
I push the door open….nd stop.
Thomas is already there, standing by my desk. Efficient as always with a tablet in his hand.
