Elijah's pov ;
When I opened the door, what I saw made my heart clench painfully in my chest.
"Ash…" I couldn't even bring myself to increase the volume of my voice, afraid that it might scare him further.
He looked like a scared, wet feral kitten who had been bullied by the kids, like a lost child who had lost his parents in a crowded place. He was huddled in the corner of the closet, looking so small and vulnerable that it ripped my insides.
His face was red and streaked with tears, his eyes wet and wide with fear, and his hands were tightly clenched at his chest. His whole body was shivering, and his clothes were torn and disheveled, barely hanging onto him. I instinctively clenched my fist or I might explode from all the rage I was feeling.
He peeked at me through his moist and trembling eyelashes. His lower lip shaking tugging at my heart string like a brutal hit.
