If I was being honest I still felt a little guilty for what I said but it must be true...right?
I was tossing up between two options; option one was going to Connor and talking his breakdown through, really listening to what he had to say without all my logic telling me otherwise... and option two, was sitting here asking stupid questions to my self & feeling guilty for pretty much no reason.
So I walked slowly, with the picture in my hand, up to Connors room.
A/N: Connors POV
knock knock
"Hello Connor, can I come in?" her voice was soft, she was speaking as if her own brother was some kind of retard, and saying the wrong thing could set him off...
"Why should I let you in!? Huh? So you can make fun of me just a bit more!?"
"NO! Connor n-"
"'NO' you Riley! You listen to me okay? I know what I saw, I'm not making it up! I'm not insane... I'm not"
