TIANA
Why didn't he tell me?
Why didn't he tell me?
I often stare at the dirty window lost in my thoughts of what was real or fake. Doing my best to prohibit the presence of the malignant man lurking in the shadows when he thought I didn't notice from affecting me.
Whilst replaying the times I was around Luis, all his nervous tendencies all made sense now and I could only wonder if my mother knew all along. And just the mere thought of her makes a rare smile break out. And only push me to move my hands wrapped around my back to shift and reveal the army knife my captor had left on the nightstand.
She wouldn't want me to give up. With all that she went through she remained persistent in her pursuit to being positive but just thinking about her strength was the encouragement I needed to use the knife to break through the thick rope.
I had to try.
I just had to fucking try.
