93. You Are My Dream

LIAM

Raven didn’t say a word. Her anger and pain were clear in her eyes. She had clenched her fists and stormed out. I had called after her, but she simply shook her head not saying anything. Even when I had pulled her into my arms and apologised, she simply stayed stiff, a single tear escaping her eye.

That hurt... but it was the truth, I was fucking scared.

We had walked to the packhouse in silence but I held her hand tightly.

‘Raven…’

She didn’t reply, simply holding my hand tighter.

The hall was decorated in a rustic theme. The wooden tables were bare, with just a black runner down the middle. There were bottles of whiskey, ice and drinks lining the table. It's definitely not a party for kids in here... The double doors that led to the garden were wide open. The garden was decorated as well, and I could hear the music was louder out there.

"So, food’s in here, dancing and drinking are outside."