MIA
Lyla ran for what felt like hours till we stopped at the forest line near the café.
Lyla sat on her hind legs and stared at the place. I could feel the tiredness kicking in with her, but she didn’t force me to shift. I was happy staying in her head.
My thoughts raced but there was nothing to think about, especially when it came to my father. Father was not the name I would call him now. His name was David, a man who tortured me and beat me to an inch of my life countless times.
Part of me wondered what would happen if I ever saw him again. Now, I was gaining strength and even finding more of myself while being here. There was no need for me to go back, but my uncle had mentioned a few times I should face my fears and face what happened. Surprise those who blamed me, tore me dow
