(I almost burst into laughter at the accusation.) Oh, please. I don’t need your help in that area. (I roll my eyes and look at the time, standing up.) You’re the one who giving me ‘those eyes’. Might need to turn those off. If you don’t want people assuming.
{Snorts out an unamused laugh. Me giving her those eyes.} Someone is a delusional. If you didn't need help then why are you still here? {I ask as my lips quirk up into a smirk}
(He did make a fair point, I didn’t even bother answering him and turned on my heel.) If he thinks I need his help, he’s sorely mistaken. (After everything that was going on in my life at the moment, maybe I needed help, but not the kind his dirty mind had went to.) Fuck. (I exited the building ~
and headed downtown to find a friend of mine. Maybe he can help me lie low, change my identity and scrub any traces of me and my involvement with Paul’s death. Damn it. I thought I had someone in my corner, but that was a fluke and back to being on my own. I preferred it that way, this way ~
nobody gets hurt. Not me and my heart, whatever was left of it. I didn’t dare think about the past anymore my focus was on covering my tracks and avoiding any kind of distraction or getting involved with anyone. I couldn’t afford to bring anyone down with me, my demons were hungry but ~
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