Chapter 17- Welcome to Hell

Salara’s POV

After walking us to Savannah’s place, Derrick quickly made his exit, leaving me standing awkwardly on Savannah’s porch while Henry wrapped her up in his arms. Tuning out the sounds of their kissing, my mind wanders back to the conversation Henry had with Derrick about our new living situation.

Guilt had wracked me as I stood there silently staring at the floor while Henry explained that the three of us would be living together as a family. I could feel his eyes boring holes into me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up and face him. Henry kept his arm around my waist the entire time that he spoke with Derrick, making me feel uncomfortable in my skin.

An inner part of me desperately wanted to break free from Henry’s hold and put some space in between us, but his hold on my waist was too tight for me to break free of. So instead, I stood there like a coward, unable to meet his eyes or utter a single word to help ease the pain I could sense coursing through him.

“Do we