Sixteen

Dante

"I shouldn't have let you see that," I say. She doesn't look up at me. She looks lost in her world. There's an awkward deafening silence for a moment.

"No, I shouldn't have followed you. It is my fault. I was just curious, you know. I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself. You looked very scary last night. I couldn't understand what was wrong with you. Whatever you were saying couldn't make sense. I knew something was wrong but I just couldn't put a figure on it. And when you walked out of the house. At that hour of the night, I was afraid you were going to do something really dangerous or end up hurting yourself in some way. I knew I couldn't stop you that's why I had to follow at a distance. I didn't expect you to-to," the word hung in the air between us. Her eyes meet with mine and I can see the tears in them.

"I didn't expect you to kill him, Dante," she finally gets the air to say.

"He wanted to kill me, Isabella," I tell her.