Condemned Ch. 06

I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks and pressed my face into my arms. I couldn't force myself to talk to him. It was all I could do not to scream.

"Is your neck alright?"

I sobbed, no doubt loudly enough for him to hear.

"Will you let me look?"

"It's fine." I cried as my voice filled with panic. His other arm crept over me, settling lightly on my stomach over the quilt. "Conner, please come out."

I made no answer and thankfully he let me alone. He stilled beside me, either sleeping or remaining statue still. For my own part I tried not to move too much and eventually I fell back asleep. I wondered, just as I was dozing off, if Michael would ever just let me go if he cared for me as deeply as he seemed to claim.

Doubtful, but then I supposed stranger things have happened.