By the time I came to. Faelan had long gone. Aunt Dara was next to me, her hands holding mine. She was shaking. It was the first time I had seen her cry.
She explained to me how I had gone into an accidental trance state and had taken him with me. It took her hours to get us out.
"How are you feeling now?"
A steaming bowl of soup was set before me, Aunt Dara settled beside me. She still had that worried look.
"I'm fine...much better"
She shook her head and brushed stray strands of hair from my face
"You're not fine...but it's okay to not be fine"
I nodded and began to blow on the soup "I'm fine really"
The weeks flew by and Faelan's wedding date arrived.I stayed home. Shut myself in. I couldn't bring myself to turn on the tv or check my phone. I was scared at what I would see. I was scared all the harsh things he said to me would come back again and haunt me. But he wasn't entirely wrong, was he?
It was lonely staying home alone. It never felt this way before. Never felt this lonely, when Aunt Dara didn't work too many night shifts, when Faelan would call me and speak to me for hours, when Dad didn't stalk me, when Mama was still alive. Here's that feeling again.
My eyes stung. I crawled to the bathroom. Took my bath and made myself food to eat.
By the time I was done, time had flown by. I slipped into a couch and closed my eyes but my sleep was disrupted by a knock on the door.
Aunt Dara shouldn't be home til 8 hours to sundown and it was currently 10 hours.
The knock came again.
I groaned and hopped off the couching. Pausing just before twisting the locks and knob.
What if it was Dad?
I peered into the peephole. A suit came to view. A white one. I couldn't see the person's face but their build looked familiar.
"W-who?"
No response.
I rushed back to the kitchen and picked a knife. Twisting the knob I pulled the door open.
You can already know who was at it.