I tried to hold myself together. Years of training had taught me to always trust my instincts. Yet in that excruciating moment, I was confused between digging up the skeletons in Jasper's closet and simply running away from all of this. My instincts told me to talk as fast as I could and persistently glance over my shoulder just to make sure no one was following me. This was just the beginning yet I was already trying hard to hold myself together.
Maybe I was going mad.
I just 'knew' that I needed to get out.
'How?' I found myself asking.
'I need to excavate everything there is about that scumbag Anthony and I need to keep my stupid emotions at bay. Only until I can kill him,' I reminded myself.
'No. I wouldn't run. This is just me being paranoid. I'm safe. My resolve will not crumble. I will finish what I started. I'm not weak. I'm not pathetic. I'm strong and brave. I'll take them all out, one by one, painfully. I'll save Anthony for last.'
