The last time I paced back and forth in my house was when Zoe was going to listen to my explanation about everything I did to her and the thought of her not talking to me ever again didn't give me peace. It made my blood rush and I felt like I couldn't stand in one place.
Well today I felt like that too only worse. It was my brother, the same person who killed my parents and managed to convince me that it wasn't him but our neighbours all my life.
I had no idea what to expect from him, worse because he wanted to stay under the same room as I. I mean I was worried if he'd kill me, if he did it to our parents then who the hell was I?
I talked to Zoe and actually left the other phone I normally use to communicate with them at her place. The phone I had with me only consisted of my old numb
