Clambering to my feet, I turn to face her. “Leila, I—” “Don’t apologize, Raven. I understand. I do. But I would never. Not unless someone was able to do to me what they did to Creed. But from a young age, my father taught me how to block people from my mind,” she explains, reaching out to stroke her hand down my arm.
You’ve honestly got to be fucking kidding me. Raven literally got fucking physical with Leila over something SHE DIDN’T EVEN DO and Leila is just going to what? Accept it and move on? Couldn’t be me. She deserves SO MUCH BETTER.
