The hammering against the door never stopped as she held him close to her chest. His sobs were muffled against her thin shirt as they hid beneath the wood at the bottom of her drawer. She petted his hair hushing and soothing him despite the tears racing down her cheeks.
"It's okay. We're okay," she whispered discretely.
He shuddered.
"I love you Lily."
YOU ARE READING
Silenced
RomanceShe was there, but they couldn't see her. It hurt, but no one knew. She cared, but no one saw. She needed help, but no one heard. Until he did.
