After the interrogation, I, as the victim, was free to go.
Josh offered to drive me home, but I declined, I wanted some time alone to think things through.
“I’ll be fine,” I said, forcing a smile. ‘I need to clear my head.”
‘Alright Miss Claire” he said as I got into my car.
I started to drive, my mind was racing, and the weight of my day began to sink in. Somewhere along the way, I lost track of my thoughts and ended up at the back door of my parents’ house instead of my apartment.
Nobody really uses this door. I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts.
My head throbbed from the wound, and my face was swollen from the allergic reaction. I couldn’t just walk in and make my parents and brother worry. But standing there, staring at the familiar house, I wanted so badly to see them. I needed to know they were okay.
Tears streamed down my face as the guilt overwhelmed me. If I hadn’t insisted on being with Steve, none of them would’ve been in danger. I thought I was strong enough to fight for my love, but all I did was hurt the people I cared about most.
I don’t know how long I stood there crying before my phone rang.