>>Nena
After my anger calmed down a little, I pressed my head against the door, “Quincy…” I called his name, “I know you’re there.” I spoke softer than before, “Why are you doing this?”
There wasn’t any answer for the first few seconds so I called out his name again.
“Quincy?”
…
“Why would you pull such a stupid stunt?” He finally spoke. His voice was coming directly from the other side of the door, “Did you know how worried I was?”
“But,” I frowned, “You didn’t even believe what I told you and then you rejected me…”
“What else could I have done?’ He said, “I’m your guardian.” He chose a word I couldn’t refute, “I have to be responsible.”
“Then why didn’t you believe in me? I told you she tried to kill me-”
“I believe you.” He cut my words.
“You do?” I was surprised.
