Ed stood right in front of the door. His hand clutched tightly against the handle and his eyes shut tight. I lowered my head and forced myself to swallow the lump formed in my throat that grew bigger and bigger.
Why make this harder when I already knew the outcome? I did, sometime ago, ask for this. I summoned the nonexistent courage from within through a deep breath and finally whispered, "Let me down. I'll go on my own."
When he ignored me, I wriggled. Even when I floundered about in his arms, he was still stable in position.
'I'm making this easy for you, you fool! Just let me be on my own and you go back to your protective family!' were what I wanted to convey. But it just would not roll off my tongue!
"Remember. It was you who gave me the ultimatum, dad," Ed said out of nowhere.
One push and the door split open, bleeding luminescence into the room. My eyes shut, blinded by the sudden brightness but my mouth agape.
