"Because of the girl just now?" Jude said, in a guttural tone, that I hadn't heard from him before. Dangerously dark, making my insides vibrate uncomfortably.
"No, what does it have to do with her? You know what I mean. I'm your teacher...." My quiet voice went into a whisper,
"....and your stepmother. You can't just." Come over every night and mess with my mind. But I stopped when I thought of the broken-child pose he had displayed yesterday and made a beeline.
"At least not at school. You should know that putting a plaster on people shouldn't take that long and warrant one to be that close." Having spoken my mind, I felt a bit better, but I still didn't look up, opting for the ground again. Damn.
Why was his mother never seen? What had happened in that damn house? Why were they all so mentally disturbed? Can I leave next week, run away and let the kid stay there alone? What will he do at night without having me to stare at? Is he in danger alone with his father?
