Chapter 200 Let Us (I)

• The car was eerily silent. It had been since we left the house. The silence only added to the awkwardness, but I wasn’t going to break the tension. Waylen’s white knuckles gripped the steering wheel as he swerved the car right. I quickly inserted my seatbelt.
• We were on our way to Malik’s home, the place I had spent weeks in feeling safe. You could say I was in denial, but I had troubles accepting that Malik committed such a grave crime. He wouldn’t lie to my face again, would he? He loved me. All the times he killed were to save me. But how was he protecting any of us by killing Jack? Was his death even related to me? I didn’t know Waylen then. This was… ugh!
• Since Waylen didn’t ask for directions, I didn’t volunteer any answers. My head rested on the window. He glanced at me a few times. Breakfast had been tough. I had refused to eat, and he had to force-feed me.