My Name Is Vincent Ryan Keller

Chapter Thirty

Catherine

He might deserve it but I was not making things hard for him. I was just not ready to face him or talk to him. I could not even text or call him. I did not know what to say to him.

I had to lock my window and put my curtains down when I was home or not. I was not punishing him. I wanted him to know that he hurt me so much. I was tempted to open the window every time he knocks. But I had to be tough. I knew he was on the fire escape every night waiting. Just like right now. I could feel him. But...

I was not mad at him. I was hurt.

I knew he was trying his best to make up for his mistakes. I just had to protect myself from being hurt again.

Just give me time. In three weeks maybe?