I ran like ice cream was my dying wish and the truck was five blocks away. I pumped my weary arms, raising my knees to my chest as I ran back to my apartment. Amy wasn’t safe. They tracked me close to home, which only meant that they already knew where I lived. And my best friend wouldn’t be able...
I avoided everyone who might ask me what was wrong. Luckily, we had an old box TV with a VCR and a bunch of 90s movies to watch, which we did as we cuddled on the old, rusty futon. He didn’t try anything and I was glad. We got close but he wasn’t pushing me and I appreciated it. I wasn’t ready. W...