Chapter 80 Lachlan

• My head was still feeling like it was spinning, though I was unsure if that was from irritation or confusion. But what I was sure of was I did not want Marcus near me. His words angered me. More than I expected them to. I snatched my arm away from Marcus and stalked across to the window to look out of it, desperately needing to calm myself down.
• No matter how I tried to look at this, none of it made sense. I don’t need anything clearing up. I most certainly do not need to sit and discuss something I have spent the past years trying so desperately to block out. Something that had caused me too much pain. And something that I had seen slowly destroy my Mum. It was easier to block it out than sit and talk about it. Everytime even the slightest memory returns anger floods my body.
• Marcus had clearly chosen he had not said enough, and had chosen to follow me to the window. He was soon by my side, looking at me in that horrendous sympathetic way that I hate. One that told me he didn't really know what to say. That way they all looked at me that day. But today was not that day. I do not need looking at in that way. I did not want, nor need sympathy. I wanted leaving alone!