Aliya

Aliya

I am not sure who is being more secretive Dreston or Brayden. They are both hiding something and I am determined to find out. The weather has been fucking terrible for the last two days. Dreston is still sneaking off into the city telling us that he is trying to find out more shit on Andrew. I don’t believe it. I have no idea what is up Brayden’s ass. I did hear him talking with some girl on the phone the other day. This has only caused my brain to go into overdrive and think the worst. I pull my legs up to my chest and rest my head on my knees. I am sitting in the spare room across the hall. I like it because it has a little area to sit and look out the window. I jump when I felt something touch my face.

“Angel why areyou crying?” Brayden ask.

I turn and look out the window. It hurts to look at him. I guess he is tired of putting up with all the shit that I brought to his pack. I feel him turn my face back towards his.

“Please talk to me angel.” He begs.