𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖍•𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘦
I heard a gunshot upstairs, my heart raced against my chest and this time I didn't know if it was adrenaline or because although I knew he wouldn't die the thought of him hurting would make me feel something other than annoyance. I hated to admit, but over the course of the years of knowing Michael I had somewhat deve...