i'm sorry.

you

you were quiet the rest of the day. you still talked to me, but nothing more than a few words.

you told me he'll kill you. i still didn't know who he was. but i would wait for you. i would have waited for you forever. i still would wait forever.

i didn't ask any questions and i think you were grateful for that. i could tell how much stress you were under and i decided to let you rest.

i decided i was not going to tell anyone. not unless you told me i could. it wasn't my place to tell.

when the day ended and i made my way towards my car, i saw you walking down the sidewalk. i got in my car and pulled up next to you.

"i'll take you home." i said, and you looked at me.

"you don't have to." you said, clutching your backpack tighter.

"but i want to." i said, smiling warmly. your lips curved up a bit.

"fine." you mumbled, walking around to the side of my car with an uneasy look on your face, making my brows furrow in confusion.

you entered through the passenger door and sat down, setting your backpack in front of you. "thank you." you muttered, not looking at me.

"mind telling me your address?" i asked you, and you looked at me with confusion in your eyes. "i need to know where to drop you off." i explained.

you told me your address and i was surprised to find out we lived in the same neighborhood.

"hey, we live in the same neighborhood." i said, smiling slightly at you. you smiled back, but it didn't reach your eyes.

as soon as i dropped you off your father walked out to the front porch, his arms crossed over his chest. i waved politely and he gave me a slight nod. the look on his face gave me chills.

his movements were possessive and screamed authority and power. he reached to grab your arm and pulled you behind him, pushing you into the house slightly. my eyes brows raised in confusion.

his gaze never left my face.

that's when i found who you meant by 'he'.