(Lynda’s point of view)
I sit in the in the middle of the bed, I wrap my arms around my legs as I try to think of how to start to explain what had happened. I am not sure what was happening myself, everything seemed normal at first but when Mark walked in it went south. “He didn’t touch me” I whisper to Ryan, at first, I am not sure if he heard me. He does not look at me when I spoke to him, I have noticed that Ryan has been acting weird around me. I get why I am acting weird, it is because of what Mark tried to do to me. But I cannot think of why Ryan would be weird towards me, “well, that is good that he did not get to do anything towards you” he growls in a muffled voice. I cannot help but shutter at the image of Ryan beating the living daylights out of Mark. Even though M
