I absolutely hated the way I left things with Zoey. I felt judgmental and oppressive, and the more that I thought about it, I realized that I too was forcing her to make a decision without giving her time to think it out. I was adding to her burden when I should have been lightening it. I had already been moving at a steady jog, eager to run away from my feelings and get back to the solitude and solace of my house, but at the realization that I needed to take a different tactic in my war on Zoey, I kicked my pace into high gear. My truck was at my house, and I knew that if shit went south, which realistically, it probably would, it would be a good thing to have later. I would have to stash it a ways out from the Mayor’s house, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were going to want it in the end. My boots pounded the pavement in time with my heartbeat, both accelerated by thoughts of Zoey going into that house alone. By the time I made it there, running the full half of a mile as fast as I could, I was lathered in sweat and feeling even more sick to my stomach.
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