Chapter 7: A new place to stay

"Turner," my mom said in a frightening tone at his appearance.

Turner was painted with blood.

"Morning Ms. Gwen," Turner said in a low voice as he grabbed my hand and began to pull me from the house.

"No, Turner," I wanted him to stop.

"Turner," my mom chased after him and stopped him.

His head turned to my mom steadily, disturbingly, not wanting to be bothered.

He gave me an uncomfortable feeling in my gut instantly.

I leered at Turner as he silently looked at my mom for why she had stopped him, his hand never left me as he did. Turner was starting to scare me, he looked possessed.

"Turner, I know you're anxious to take her home, but you can't take her home without her belongings," my mom tried to have a conversation with him, seeing he was not in a talkative nor a friendly mood. He only needed what he came for and that was me.

His hand finally left mine.

I soothed my wrist releasing the ache from his grasp.

"Let her pack now, I'll be waiting on her," his weary voice commanded.

My mo