Losing Control by Sybil Smith

Author:Sybil Smith [Smith, Sybil]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-06-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

After deciding that we would leave as soon as it was light outside, there was no more talking the rest of the night. Both of us were way too wired to sleep, so I just sat and held her in my lap against me. Every now and then I'd hear her breath catch like she wanted to say something, but she'd just go back to playing with my fingers or running her hand up and down my arm. Probably just to reassure herself that I was still there. But like I said, I won't leave her. And I meant that. Not only would it break her trust in me, I don't think I could because it'd hurt both of us too damn much.

Around six, the sun finally decides to make an appearance. My eyelids are drooping and Harper's stomach is growling like a damn grizzly bear, so we don't even bother with taking down the tent. Francis will probably do it for me, but if she doesn't I honestly don't fucking care. I just grab our bags and walk us silently back to the car so I can take her somewhere to get some food. It's not a weird, awkward silence that I dread with a fucking passion—it's just silence. Like we're both just glad to be around each other.

I blast the cool air to keep me awake and hold Harper's hand as I drive almost thirty minutes to the nearest diner. It's a little shabby and worn down, but it's where we'd always stop on the way home. Granted, it was for dinner instead of breakfast, so I'm hoping it will still at least be halfway tolerable. If Harper's disgusted by it, she doesn't show it. I'm sure she's just glad to get some food in her stomach regardless of what the hell it is.

After this tiny little old lady—that would most certainly fit in my pocket with room to spare—brings us out some coffee, Harper finally decides to break our silence.

"Roma…"

I run a hand through my hair before looking up at her. She's tired, I can see it all over her face even though she's trying to hide it. Her eyes always give her away. I can also tell she's kind of nervous. I reach across the table and hold her hand, silently letting her it's okay.

"Would you like to talk about what happened?"

I look back down and start stirring coffee with my free hand so fast a little sloshes over the side. "No."

"Do you want to talk about your nightmare?"

I still don't look up. I know if I do and see the concern she has for me in her eyes, I might start crying all over again. "No."

She goes to say something else, but the lady brings over our food. Before walking away, she spies the bruises on the inside of Harper's wrist from where her sleeves have ridden up and gives me a glare from fucking hell. I slowly pull my arm back and start poking around at the runny eggs on my plate.

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