Nathan's POV
I walked away from him and sat in the car. I watched from the passenger seat as the guard stood still. Derrick was yet to give him permission to leave. I actually feared that Derrick would not let me leave, and I had no idea what my next move would be if he kept me back against my will.
However, to my surprise, Derrick dropped his head and waved the guard off, giving him permission to take me away.
The guard entered the car. I could feel he had a lot of questions, obviously revolving around what I had just experienced.
I had questions as well. I wanted to know why Derrick let me leave. I wanted to know why he stood there watching as the car drove away.
I wanted to know why I had seen Derrick's eyes glossy..
Did he not actually want me to leave?
But he hated me.
He hated me so much that he would abuse me and hurt me and make me cry. Why does it seem like I'm the one at fault now?
The drive to the border was long, and we arrived a few minutes before midnight.
