TELLING HIM THE TRUTH

“Kidnappers?” He breathed, his eyes finally snapping away from the bandage to look at my face. And I could see genuine fear in them. “I was not lying, Ethan. I was really kidnapped,” I said, still hurt that he thought I’d ever lie about a thing like that. His stunned eyes watched me as he breathed heavily. “Leah… I thought, you had—“ he could not complete his sentence because I cut him off. “You thought what?” I hissed my anger from earlier flaring again. “You thought I made everything up right? That I’ll lie about being kidnapped,” I growled in pain, watching as he flinched from my words as if I had burnt him. “Why are you quiet now?” I hissed, my mood souring at his silence. “Weren’t you so confident about calling me a liar a while ago? Go and continue!” I pressed, staring as he did nothing but watched me with his eyes filled with nothing but guilt. ‘Good, he deserved it.’ I clenched my fist together, raising my head from his chest, as I pushed him away. “Go on, call me a liar, Ethan