Chapter 65

Greg's sudden motion to stand up made me stumble towards the door.  "S-stop moving," I demand harshly.  Greg wore innocently normal clothes. He looked different than the last time I saw him. Considering that last time I did see him, he was all covered in blood.  The mental image flashed in my mind, boosting the aspiration to getting away from Greg.  Greg noticed my expression, and he became angry. He started shaking his head side to side, his hands in fists, shaking.  "Rose, Rose I did something bad." Suddenly he stopped moving all together. His shoulders square with mine.  "Yes, you killed innocent people. Get out of my house. Get out!" I scream loudly in hopes that someone would hear.  "No, but I might as well have." Greg began pacing back and forth, his feet stomping loudly against the hardwood floor.  Wilder, I whisper in my mind.  Wilder, help me.