Ava didn't stop walking until she was inside the house. she walked hurriedly through the back door and headed straight towards the stairs.
She didn't look back, she didn't care if he was behind her or not, she just wanted to be as far away from him as possible.
The moment the doors closed behind her, the calm she had been barely holding onto completely shattered. Her steps became slower, then stopped, and for a brief moment she just stood there, staring at nothing. Her chest felt tight, like something heavy was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe.
She lifted her hand to her face and wiped at her cheeks, annoyed when her fingers came back wet. She hated crying. Hated how weak it made her feel. Hated that Damian Cross still had this kind of effect on her.
She straightened her back and walked upstairs, her steps steady, even though her legs felt like they might give out at any moment.
Once she got to her room, she shut the door behind her and locked it.
