The bruises on my face hadn’t completely vanished yet, but they were easily covered with makeup, making them almost unnoticeable. It had been five weeks since I had seen Raylon that night. He never came back to the house and no contact was made. Though he had physically vanished, I could still feel his presence in everything that I did. I knew what he was capable of, and I couldn’t let my guard down, not for a second. I ordered my usual and headed out to the metal tables outside. The weather was colder now that we were halfway into November but it was still warm enough to be outside, well on most days. I sipped my latte and smiled. Hannah and I were hanging out almost everyday and Theo and I were getting closer every day. He had turned into my safety blanket in a sense over the last month. I started having nightmares after Raylon’s altercation, and mine but they were slowly subsiding. I pushed my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose, when I caught sight of an all too familiar face walking in my direction.
