"The grief was constant now, more part of him then a limb." (546).


Monday, November 4, 2013

Untrusted

Annabeth stares at me with a blank look on her face.
She had bags under her eyes like she hasn't been sleeping. 
Her hands were slightly shaking and that's all I could see out of the corner of my eye.
I gazed up from her fidgeting hands and tried to look at her gaze.
She turned away when our eyes met
She apologized, that's all she knew.
I believed every word she said but I couldn't shake the fact who she was talking about
Dave.
My childhood friend who practically kissed my feet
He worshiped me.
Why would he hurt my daughter?
He has nothing against her.
What would be his motivation?
I can't believe he would do this to me.
I thanked her for her information and I stood up 
leaving her alone with her thoughts on her husband,
Her sick, twisted husband.
He has it coming for him.
I'll keep my promise baby girl. 



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