Wolf of Stone novel Chapter 7

Besides... that witch's eyes were so vibrant and pure. She clearly held no malice against him.... but then again should he trust a witch when it was a witch that caused him to suffer in the first place?

He hesitated for a whole five minutes as he silently contemplated.

After weighing the pros and cons he deduced that he had nothing else to lose. He might as well track down the witch and ask her what the hell was going on.

With that decision in mind, he quickly changed directions and followed the scent of the witch. 

The ride home took about half an hour. Liza and I sat in the car in tense silence, Liza probably contemplating on what we should do next. I already knew the answer to that though.

We were going to get the hell out of town.

As she pulled into the driveway of our little two-story house, I quickly jumped out of the car before she even managed to park properly.

I wasted no time.

I quickly entered the house, slamming the door open in my hastiness and leaving it open as I ran up the stairs and turned left down the hallway, running straight into my bedroom.

My body was on auto control as my mind scrambled for thoughts. I went straight to my closet. I took out a black duffel bag and hugged a bunch of my clothes, hooking the hangers off the rail and dumping everything inside the bag, both hangers and clothes. I scrambled for the drawers as I opened them and took out my undergarments, throwing them in the bag as well. This drill was so etched into my mind that there weren't even many clothes for me to pack. I've already been preparing myself for this.

I was so caught up in my anxiety to run that I didn't notice when Liza entered my room until she spoke.

"What are you doing?"

I jumped in surprise and turned around to face her. She stood leaning against the doorframe leading into my room, her shoulder length, black inky hair pushed back as if she had run her hands through them a lot before coming up to see me. Her bright hazel eyes stared at me in confusion.

Ugh! I placed a hand to my forehead and massaged it, trying to calm myself down. I wanted to scream my lungs out in frustration. I knew this look all too well. Liza decided and there was nothing I could say that would change her mind. But...

A heavy sigh released from my lips, "Liza.... you don't know..."

Liza rolled her eyes at me, "I don't know a lot of things Ez! and that's because you're so closed off that you won't even talk to your own sister! We've been together for years and I still don't know what happened to you or why you turned into the timid shell that runs from everything she deems a threat!"

I avoided her gaze and pursed my lips, my mind refusing to take me down that path. Refusing to think on why I acted the way I did.

"Why are you so afraid Ez!? Why are you running?" Liza continued, desperation and sadness seeping into her voice.

I lifted my gaze to hers and stared blankly, refusing to let her see the turmoil raging inside me. This wasn't her burden to bear. This wasn't even a part of her world to begin with. I'd never drag her into my dark prison of a world.