DARYL'S POINT OF VIEW:
As soon as my heat cycle ended, Justin accompanied me to the police station for me to give my statement about what happened the other day.
To be honest... my memory was quite fuzzy and I didn't remember much about that day but I remembered being carried back to my bed. I don't remember that person's face though.
"Is that all you're gonna eat?"
I lifted my head and saw my brother's stone face. After that incident, my father told me to go back home—not the one where Justin and I stayed at last time, but the one where my parents and siblings live in.
I nodded slightly and stood up.
"I'll be in my room if you need me," I said and walked away from the dining room
I couldn't care less whether they find me rude for leaving the dining room when they're not yet finished. I would rather leave right away than choke on my food.
Being in the same room as them still feels... uncomfortable.
