Chapter 55: You are a liar

I step back and the crackle and crunch of the dry grass was the only sound I heard aside from the buzz of moths around in the night.

“Harriet, you’re hurting me.”

I close my eyes and his words whispered in my ears, each pack stabbed into my chest.

“I haven’t done anything,” I mumbled, taking the courage to stare back at him coldly, the corners of my eyes crinkled and I gripped the tray tightly.

“That’s the point, you haven’t done anything but you’re already hurting me, what if you've done things already? Do you know how much pain that causes?” he retorted, his eyes fuming and I don’t know what to say back.

I fought back my tears as my shoulders tensed and I have to purse my lips to stop myself from bawling, this was why I hate being attached to people, I don’t like them getting angry at me because I would break down easily, and I would get scared, and run.. or hide… or avoid them like they have infected by a plague or something.

But should I be feeling like this? Should I let my