Ch28
Randy
Honor didn't eat much (big surprise there). She barely spoke much, only to ask how I was and just some small comments on the idiocy of reality TV. Usually Honor is a nonstop noise box, always making snarky comments about something or singing… now I can't seem to pull that from her. Quiet and still, she lays under me. She can't bother to make small talk any more, she closes her eyes and wraps her arms around herself.
By the time 3 a.m. rolls around I still can't sleep. Honor's sleeping fitfully, curled up by my side almost as though she's trying to attach her being to me. Even in her sleep, she can't escape whatever is plaguing her. I'm not leaving her anytime soon. If I did, figuratively I'd have just as much blood on my hands as Corey does.
Anytime I move she clings to me, it's annoying and I hate it. I love her but I don't love this version of her. Maybe it's the fact that I want to get my hands on Graves or it's the fact that I'm irate beyond belief. Speaking of my hands, they haven't ceased their trembling and my mind keeps mulling over her words.
Seeing how terrified she looked while standing in that doorframe is something I never want to see again. Had any of us known then what we know now I bet she would've fought harder for us. She would've never let herself fall in trouble for him. Hell! I wouldn't have let her within a six mile radius of that jackass.
Staying rational for both her sake and mine, is my only option. If she sees my splintering temper she's going to immediately thwart any attempt I muster at helping her. She'll insist that nothing is wrong simply because she doesn't want to be a burden.
At this point I don't care if she ends up with me again, I just need her to be safe…
