DEVON POV
I sat at the dinning room staring at the wall clock on the wall. It seems like Olivia won't come down because she still feels guilty and nothing I can do would be able to change that.
I stood up from my seat, feeling my anger slowly come back.
"She can't just go to bed despite what I told her and all the assuring words I said to her". I said to myself, I wish there was someone I could share my thoughts with but aside Olivia there is no one else to talk to and mostly a person who would understand me.
I was about to head to her room when Candice walked in with a devilish smile.
"You are going to bed, that's perfect. I came at the right time". She said to me still trying to touch me but I held her hands up.
"Not in the mood". I stuttered still staring up at the staircase for any signs of Olivia.
