She stood por his door her body shaking. it had been almost five years since she's last seen him and well he thought she was dead. there was no answer at the door so she knocked again. Remembering he always left the door unlocked she tugged at the door and it opened.
the house almost didn't look formilliar but the scent did. the smell of coffee, bourbon and sawdust. she took a deep breath and went downstairs. at first she expected a rude welcoming full of hate and betrayal. he'd never wanted to hurt her. why had she hurt him so many times? she wanted him to be hers so why did she always run...