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I’m faster, little wolf. But I won’t hurt you. I’ll keep you safe. Even if it’s from a distance.
“I won’t take no for an answer anymore, Kayla.” Michael continues to stare at her. “Elsie cares too much for you, and I won’t watch my wife hurting anymore.”
“I’m so sick of this!” she hollers, and that woman I first saw at the bar finally makes an appearance. “I don’t want to live my life afraid, constantly looking over my shoulder. I want to live for once in myfuckinglife!”
He sighs and nods once, like he understands.
But he doesn’t. How could he? People like him will never understand people like us.
And she and I? We’re the same, in a way. I wish we weren’t. No one should endure that level of pain. Especially not someone like her…
My fingertip traces the window, outlining her face.
He steps back and hands her a bag I didn’t see him holding. “I need the clothes you’re wearing. Put these on and put the old ones in here.”
“Why?” She grabs the bag.
“Burning them. Now stop asking so many questions and hurry so we can leave before a neighbor shows up.”
“Okay.”
She steps backward and rushes into another room, disappearing from view. But I follow, inspecting her through another window as she strips her clothes.
As she faces my direction, her eyes appear sullen until her bottom lip trembles, and she collapses onto the floor.
Quiet sobs fall into her palms.
It’s like I can feel the moisture on the pads of my fingers, outline the agony carved into her soul.
My heart drums a little faster. My fingers reach for her, wanting to…
To what? Touch her? Hold her? Make her feel better?
The thoughts ridicule me. I don’t do that. I don’t provide comfort. I don’t even know how.
She collects herself a minute later and swipes her forearm under her eyes before she puts on the jeans and t-shirt Michael brought. Quickly, she slips the other clothes inside the bag and marches back out. Like nothing ever happened.
I follow back to the other window just as she’s handing him the bag.
She peers in my direction for a brief moment, and I quickly retreat, wondering if she caught sight of me.
And this tiny flicker of hope springs to life, wishing she did. Wishing she knew I followed her. That I know what she’s done. That I’m proud of her. That I will protect her.
“Make sure this never happens again,” Michael’s voice echoes.
Gradually, I glance through the window, seeing her attention on my brother now.
“I promise,” she says, her tone sheepish.
But I know her better than my brother does.
She’s gonna do this again.
And the next time, she won’t need him. Because I’ll be there to clean up her mess.
I’m good at that.
And soon, she’ll learn all of my hidden talents.
