I Prayed for a Miracle—Now I Lock My Door at Night

my eyes.

“I’m… scared,” I admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m scared of what he’ll do when he gets angry.”

Tyler’s smile dropped.

The mask slipped.

“You’re lying,” he hissed, and something feral flashed in his face. “You’re trying to get me locked up.”

The officers tensed.

One of them raised a hand toward Tyler like a warning. “Sir, take a breath.continue reading …