“So, tell me now, what’s been going on? We are all very eager to hear.” Zain sit down on the Kitchen bar opposite me and Mom. She let’s me go and sits herself next to me on a chair. Aaron joins Zain on the other side.
“Not wasting anytime, are you?” I squint my eyes at him in an attempt of being sarcastic.
“Nope.” He shakes his head then smiles at me widely.
“Where do I even start?” I feel a little sick thinking back to everything happened. Lifting my right-hand stroking over my neck where Jacksons mark is placed without even thinking about it and it makes me wince.
“Oh Boys, don’t be like this. Give her a moment to breathe. Let me make you a nice cup of hot chocolate. Take your time, we are always here for you.” Mom places her hand on my shoulder before she heads off making the drink.
There is just so much that has happened, thin
