Lance.
He is here right in front of me but I am scared. There is this dark cloud looming over us.
''Can we go inside?'' he asks desperately to have some control of this situation.
I shake my head ''I don't want to stay here tonight. Can we go back to the apartment?''
I would rather be anywhere but here right now. This house has never felt like home to me. I don't belong here, it doesn't even feel like Ford belongs here. I want him to be completely honest. I want to know everything that leads to the fear he has of his father and I don't think he will talk to me about anything here.
''Okay,'' he agrees to my shock ''Do you want to pack a bag?'' he adds.
I shake my head. most of my clothes are in my apartment. I didn't want to completely move here. It looks like I wouldn't even be here any longer.
