#forwood.

[ravenofthedark]

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[jordamnparrish]

Tell Me If this is any good,

I hate writing in 3rd person so much, but I need to practice.

The sounds that reverberated through her ears were precise. Her hearing was enhanced so she could tell that there was someone coming up to her door. Caroline tossed the book off her lap and her dainty feet off the side of her bed. She was cautious but the urge, the strength that came from within her told her just to go for it. “Mom?” It was a plea in a way, the human part of her wishing to avoid any conflict. That’s when she felt it. The pang in her stomach telling her someone was there, at her door.

Tyler’s smell was incredibly pungent to her. She knew exactly was soap and shampoo he used. What odor his musk gave off. She knew he was there. A part of her was full of rage, of anger, of fury. She wanted to lung at him. Rip his conceited, backstabbing neck out. Tear out his carotid artery and let him bleed on her porch, but that was just the anger talking.

She gathered her strength and as quickly as she felt the handle the door opened and he was pinned against the side of her house. His eyes were pleading with her, trying to convince her he came in peace but nothing helped subside the anger she felt, the betrayal.