The Past Follows.

I rush back home as quickly as I could. I start to panic like I first did when I was four.

"This can't be happening", I think to myself.

I was careful. that life behind me long ago. I was so f*cking careful

I sit on the sofa, trying to take it all in. And all I could think of is.

He found me, Roger found me.

I rush to the kitchen take out the bottle of wine, and start drinking, just to convince myself that I can solve this. As soon as the liquor starts hitting me, I instantly start to get all these flashbacks of my childhood. About my father, his brother, Being screwed up by my aunts and them finally at my worst nightmare.

"Roger".

I get a text from Nat asking me where I was. Living with her sure made me feel safe. If I don't revert to her for more than an hour, she goes all Hard to tackle detective throwing her sweet self away. If I tell her what I just saw today? She's gonna toss all the hard work she did living in California and asks us to move to another place just for my securi