Throughout the night his girl looked as though she was overwhelmed with fear for not going home. A terrible plus side was that she had been in her position, weakened by the vile beast she called her mother, keeping her from returning. William hated the fact that he had that to lean on, relieved that she wouldn’t get far if he did find himself falling asleep as it was a terrible thought without a doubt… but she couldn’t go back. Not now. Not after this. Who could possibly go back to that?
She would, he bitterly reminded himself.
She would go back. She’s been going back. Night after night, the terrible screaming he’s heard before curling up with her and hoping she finds the comfort to get the rest she deserves at his expense.
She would still go back to that ratty, unsafe environment jus
