Firebird

"Did he hurt you?"

"....no." I hesitated.

His eyes sharpened as he studied my face. I didn't know why I was lying to him. He knew. I knew that he did. He had observed me for so long that he could practically predict my every move.

He looked into my eyes one last time. The emotion I saw sent a shiver down my spine. Suppressed rage. He dropped his hand and turned away. He walked to the front door, shutting it softly. A nerve filled silence settled on the house.