CLOSER TO HEAVEN

ke any other men around me. He was risque and inviting. I could not get him out of my head no matter how much I tried. My father hadn't talked to me about anything, I wasn't expect

errupted. "I've noticed that you keep to yourself these da

ad no intention of showing up. His birthday dinners were always the two of us with a bunch of other murderers and criminals who were either runaways or had had their

e, it's a promise," s

hock and I pressed my lips together, contemplating whether or not I should tell her everythi

I had Mrs Whyre's keen inte

her. He said he wants to hurt him and right before he left, he showed me a glimpse of wha

t blame her. It was a very unrealistic situation. I hadn't heard of any

't seem to cease s

e," I exhaled loudly. "He

...faith in. He was walking out in broad daylight, I would hardly believe his existence as a supernatural," Mrs Wh

immediately feeling the need to close my eyes to visualize

dded again. "He did have green eyes now that I think about i

ew minutes off as delusion, I know it was real. E

hing like that. She simply breathed. Maybe it was the 'side effect' of being visually impaired that gave me a

met him once in my entire life. He wasn't even from this town for me to go enquiring around, as weird as that idea w

o be a good man," I laughed a little. "He's after my father which

testified. I believed her. The

nt to see this weird man again. He had the answers, I had the questi

the man in our house was but that could've been possible with a relatively sane parent. My other option was to tell him an

n as I got home, the pungent smell of blood flooded my nostrils. The house was cold and I was freezing like

dying to hear. Abnus was in my house and before I could react

cause even if he was dragging me away, his touch wasn't hurting me. His fingers were cold lik

to see you once bef