Chapter eighteen

"Tell me." He insisted.

"I'm sorry, I think I'll be less of a trouble for you," I said and his face turned into a frown, but I veered around without saying more than an apology.

Leaving Andrea, I went to Collins, stunningly I saw the old woman observing us from the angle where she leaned back to the walls.

"Let's go," I said to him, and as expected his face rolled into a frown, it was sudden on him.

"Where are we going?" He asked and I stood looking at him, he ought to know beforehand and I was so selfish to think of only myself, maybe the critics were getting to my bones.

"Home, we're going home," I replied to him, and he let go of his hand from the still before him, standing solo on his own.

"I'm sorry but I can't follow you?" He spiked.

I screamed out in frustration and Collins, surprised by my outburst, clearly hadn't expected me to react sensitively, not ever, this place might have had an influx on me.

"Why? Do you think they'll ever accept you? No, they won't. It's either they