Sierra
Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I can’t fall asleep. I am exhausted, but my body won’t let me rest. It seems to be on high alert after what happened with Ambrose. Every time I close my eyes, I see the blood on his clothes, and my mind goes to the worst scenarios. I believe him when he said he would never hurt me, yet I can’t stop worrying. What was he doing tonight? Who did he hurt? Is my father or I, the reason behind it? What is he not telling me? There are too many questions and not enough answers. But it makes me want out of here more.
The sound of Ambrose coming upstairs pulls me from my thoughts. He has been working out for an hour and a half. Who works out at this time of the morning for that long? A madman is who. I stay silent and still, hoping he will pass straigh
