Rayven sat alone in his room reading, but his mind was not on the book. His eyes were fixed on the small clock he placed beside him on the table watching both the long, short, and seconds hand move and sighed when the clock struck seven in the evening, and she wasn't here with him yet.
Rayven sighed out wondering where the hell she'd gone to this time. He dropped the book and rose to his feet. He thinks he needs to start drilling her safety into her pretty head. Make her start taking coming home on-time her priority.
Rayven stepped out of the room feeling a bit weird and rubbing his forehead at the strangeness of a headache. Which was so unusual.
He entered her room and didn't find her there. He walked in as he noticed the protective bracelet he'd always encouraged her to be wearing on her at all time lying on her work desk along with her notebooks and study material. Rayven took it from the table and clenched it hard in his palms in anger.
