Chapter Four.

“YOU CAN’T”

His green eyes glare at me, but he doesn’t try anything else. His hands smooth out the sheets on the bed before he sits in the chair. A complete change of behaviour comes as he tells me he will keep me company until Daryl returns. He sits with his hands on his lap, not really paying me much attention and closes his eyes, tipping his head back.

I watch him as he falls asleep and creep towards him. I could kill him, again. My fingers reach out to touch the scar on his face, my fingers had traced it so many times before and yet it was like it was the first time I was touching it.

Dropping my hand, I look around the room, searching for something, anything that I could use to kill him. I try to shift but nothing happens when he suddenly grabs my wrist. His eyes wide as he glares at me.

“What do you think you are doing?” his voice is low

“Nothing” I mumble, but his hand was tight around my wrist. As I try to twist it, I feel the burn of skin on skin.

His hand lets go of my wrist