*Salvatore*
They were watching me.
Like flies in the walls and whispers in the trees, I could feel their gazes every time I stepped outside of this goddamn house. You didn’t get to be my age without learning to trust your instincts, and my instincts were all but screaming at me to run.
I didn’t know who, didn’t know where, but I knew they were watching.
I slowly walked up my driveway, keeping my eyes in front of me and not giving a single clue I could feel their eyes on me. The keys jingled in my hand and warily, I glanced around from the corner of my eye as I stopped on my doorstep.
It could be the nosy neighbor across the street who was always staring outside her window, I thought, warning the neighborhood kids that being loud was a cardinal sin in her eyes. It could be the mailman whom I had caught shuffling through everyone’s mail before he slid it under the doors.
