#Chapter57
I know I have no choice in this at all. It’s a clear-cut decision—remorse and beg for forgiveness OR ultimate painful death. I get up and will myself to turn towards the road and head towards the direction of Alexi’s house. It’s about a thirty-minute walk or more, and if I don’t go now I will end up sleeping out here and probably decide to throw myself in the ocean as it’s a far better choice than any of the other options. I have zero courage and yet my legs start aiming homewards. If I can call it that.
I’m wracked with anxiety and terror, shivering because I am both cold and scared, and I paste on a determined look in a bid to convince myself that it’s all going to be okay.
Alexi won’t just put a bullet in my head for running scared—will he?