The letter

Harley Finley

I paced the room with the thick letter in my hands. My stomach was twisted and turning at the thought of even seeing Jim's hand writing.

I shouldn't be this indecisive on reading a stupid letter that probably just admits to him hating me for years.

"What are you doing?" Colten asked from the doorway he was leaning on with his arms crossed.

"Don't talk to me." I snapped, not even able to look at the guy who just swore to protect me against an unknown evil.

He was just supposed to be a fun fuck but that was quickly beginning to dwindle and transform into chaos the longer I stayed here and the more I divulged into my past.

"Alright." He held his hands up defensively as he approached with slow, calculated foot steps that brought him directly in front of me.

I didn't look up. All I kept staring at were his sweatpants that hung from his hips.

"Maybe I shouldn't have explained it that way. When I said I'd protect you, I meant Elijah too. Your family has become mine. They took m