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top me. Screaming unintelligibly, he grabs my arm roughly, forcing

osalynd?" His nails dig into my fle

tudio keys back at him. "Why don't you go find out for yourself?!" I get up close to h

ry is silent. Like a fish, his mouth moves up and down as

ed easy to discern amongst the smooth and shiny rentals and new leases. I wish I could afford to rent or lease a car, but then I'd have to make payments and I can barely aff

the keys to my car when I hear big,

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py belts. His height, enhanced by both his platform boots and his spiked blonde hair, towers above me as he stands just above 6ft tall without all of his orname

all over his face. Just another thing I

" he reach

p my pace and practically run to my car. "Did y

after me he whimpers "I never mea

ean at

babe, you don't

ght, I don't understand." Holding my keys in my h

ess this is

ff. "Are you even

econd I think he might feel a little remorse, but then he says

tart the engine. It takes all of my strength not to run

uch an

should have more self-control. He's young enough to be her son (although, to be honest, that has never stopped her before.

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unter and me, mystified by what went wrong. I think back to all our awkward conversations, the way h

am a d

urse and head for the car as fast as I can. I want to make some distance between this hellhole and myself as quickly as possible--before

erson I miss the most in the world, my best friend Slone.

gs, I hear an e

glad that she couldn't s

Even through the phone, she soun

quit my job. And my bo

s into the phone, a

might be able to stay

e is almost contagious. Almost. "Y

e cannot see me. But then I start to cry ag

ud, what

wo hours telling h

I have such a

forest. She has invited me to stay with her so many times, and practically begged me to transfer all of

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my mood lifting. I

my rearview mirror, I rea