RYLIE
Judgment had come.
"Rayah," I mumbled, my voice barely audible. "I'm sorry, Rayah." Tears streamed down my face, surprising me in its intensity.
She bent in front of me, her axe supporting her bending weight, "You don't get to cry, Rylie, you're not the one who almost lost your life at the hands of a friend." Under the hardness of her voice, I could detect the hints of pain. Overwhelmed by my feelings of self-loathing, I did not notice the relentless twitching of her eyebrow's tip.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I rushed out, the words stumbling over themselves. "I don't know what happened, I swear." I looked anywhere but at her.
"I'll tell you what happened," with a gentle hand, she cupped my jaw, raising my tear-stained face to look into her eyes. "You've done something no one else has ever done before; it only means I win. You're going to stay longer than you planned."
