Chapter 79 - Sixty-Eight
LEO
My head is spinning and my soul is about to leave my body as I motionlessly walk out of the horror house. God knows what got into me to make me agree to go into that hell hole. I must have been out of my mind to let Erwin lead me in there. I feel like throwing up. My face is changing color like a damn rainbow.
Erwin notices my discomfort and asks worriedly, "Are you okay, Leo? Should we just go home?"
"I am fine." I huff, my voice low, "You knew I don’t do well with spooky stuff." I grumble.
"I am sorry, Leo. I didn’t think you would be this spooked out. I really didn’t mean it." Erwin apologizes as he leads me to the side of the empty road and lets me sit on a bench.
John and Ruth are not here they went off somewhere on their own, leaving us alone to have some privacy. But I think it’s actually the opposite. They needed the said privacy and so they left us. And I don’t actually mind it. I could spend forever with Erwin alone and still wouldn’t get tired of it.
"You don’t have to apologize I just get too scared and stiff when I see those kinds of stuff." I wave, my head hanging between my shoulders, and face to the ground directly between my knees, to drive the nauseating feeling away.
"I am really sorry." Erwin apologizes nonetheless. "Here," He offers me a bottle of water to chug down my throat.
I take it and drink it in one go. It’s really embarrassing to be this miserable. John, Erwin and even Ruth barely flinched throughout our journey through the house while I was changing colors like a rainbow. Sometimes green, sometimes blue, and many other colors that I would rather not mention. I even turned red from embarrassment when just a doll suddenly appeared before me and scared the hell out of me.
The night is getting deeper so it is expected that no one is wandering around the street. It’s eerily still -the night. I silver slightly as the November air brushes my skin bitterly, digging its cold fangs into my minimum exposed skin to the element. I shiver slightly at the cold breeze’s unforgiving touch.
It doesn’t go unnoticed in Erwin’s eyes. "Are you cold, Leo?" He asks softly, his tone concerned.