ifangirlforaliving
"I thought you said they were dead?" His voice came out in a yelp.
"Th-they're not." I said, looking down at my feet shamefully.
"You told them we were dead?" My father growled, eyeing the two men that stood behind me.
"I did. I ran away." I shook my head.
"Why the Hell?" The short black haired man said gently.
"Because Scott would've told my parents." I sighed, not looking at any of the four people that stood around me. What the hell have I gotten myself into?