Literature
13. A Promise
"You were the girl" Tim said, falling back onto his hands in the rain, "He
he raped you and your sister and then killed her in front of you."
I started crying again.
"Your own father"
"I
" I tried to talk through my tears, but I was unsuccessful, "I
k-knew this w-would hap-p-pen"
"What are you talking about?" he asked and my head fell into my hands.
"Why are you still here?" I cried.
There was silence, "Are you crazy?" he asked, grabbing my cold hands in his, "I promised I'd stay didn't I?"
"You don't have to keep your promises" I said, still crying, my tears splashing in the puddles on the ground, "I'm used to it