By the time I get to the door I have a million different thoughts flowing through my head. This could be really bad for me. It could be Mr Ayden at the door, with guards and a car outside so he can make sure I don't run away.
Or it could be my parents and their friends. I'm sure Greg would have said something if he saw some thugs outside his door, but it could also be my parents and the police.
Greg would be appalled at the kind of allegations that they would level at him, and it would look like he was being humiliated because of me.
I can feel fear draping its coat over me, thick and heavy before I remember that I am not a kid anymore. I'm not a child that they have power over, I'm a grown woman who can take my life into my own hands. They abused me in that home, if they didn't i wouldn't have left.
I groan and turn back to look at Greg.
"Did you check who's at the door?"
He cocks an eyebrow up at me and rolls his eyes afterwards.
"You look great if that's what you're worried about,
