She's staring out the window. That fucking hoody blocking her face. I'm going to burn that fucking piece of clothing, it's driving me crazy. I can't see her.
I can't fucking tell if she's upset or what.
We were walking toward my bike when I saw Falon standing on the porch outside. It's like she was waiting to see what I was going to do, and if I'm being honest, I was putting Beggar’s ass on the back of my bike.
It was what I wanted, it just felt normal. Beggar was walking in front of me and that's where she was headed too.
One glimpse at Falon’s hurt face had me turning around and going to my Jeep instead. My words were clipped when I told Beggar to get her ass in the car.
The hood covering her face served as a barrier between us even as she did what I asked and I hated that something I did caused that.
I felt her stiffen when we jumped in the cage.
I'm not even sure why I care. These feelings are driving me up the wall.