Chapter 12: Situations

Twaine's Point of View :

It's already nine in the evening but Kyle isn't home yet. Three in the afternoon earlier when he texted that he couldn't pick me up because he went to an emergency.

I can not understand myself. I feel like he's lying to me.

My heart doesn't want to believe him, but it's my brain that tells me not to over think because I'm the one that Kyle loves and no one else.

I've prepared our dinner before but until now I still don't touch it. I still don't eat even though my pets are hungry there, inside my stomach.

I want us to eat together. I admit I'm bored and sleepy but I still want to wait for him.

When I heard the doorbell, I ran to the door to see who was outside. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was Kyle.

I opened the door and went outside to open the gate. After Kyle parked his car in the garage I closed the gate.

"I'll do it wifey." He said as I was about to close the gate, but I didn't listen to him. I still closed it even though he volunt