Chapter 23: Rampage

[Cara]

“What? Aren't you going to say something?” I grilled out, steeling myself not to break down as the memories from those horrid nights started to come back and haunt me.

Those that made me feel so dirty that I couldn't stand being in my own skin.

He didn't talk.

My phantom has just turned his dark eyes toward me and is staring at me as though he’s seeing nothing but me. Contrition most of all was gleaming, and much like me, it looked as though he had a lot of things he wanted to say to me but couldn't.

Or that he is completely at a loss for where to begin.

I trusted him. Somehow in the hinder-most part of me trusted him that he was going to find me after finding out I was gone for three days. I wanted him badly to come and save me, kill that motherfucker who did this to me in the most brutal way possible.

But he didn’t.

I ought to have been more prudent. He always visits me every night, but he didn’t even do something or might wonder why I haven’t been home.

“Why are you here? Is