Chapter 62

Bri

He poured another glass offering it to me. I took it and held it before me. Memories of Silas skirting my memory, they seemed foggier now, I dreamt more about Draven's unwanted advances. I had come to realize I didn't want to know all the things the girl had blocked out. A lifetime of therapy wouldn't heal that constant paranoia and I hated that I felt like every time it creeped up on me that I was letting him win.

Silas, on the other hand, was an odd duck. His fingers lingered on scars, they didn't wander. If he was present I was at least safe from everyone else. I could handle Silas. I had made sacrifices of myself to do it, but I managed. I couldn't figure out what I was missing and the scent of whisky had me going down a rabbit hole I don't think my mind was capable of processing right now. 'You have survived another day little bird,' why would he say that? Why at the end if it all had he passed me off to Andy and Trent after years of posessively insisting it was his right t