Previous chapter:
Chapter 17: A Good Morning Kiss
Next chapter:
Chapter 19: Not a Kid
PREVIEW
... ts.
Any minute, I felt like I’d throw up but I’d rather eat my own hand than do that. If I vomited in his sleek black car, he’d definitely hit me.
So, I sat stiffly, back straight against the seat. The low hum of the engine was the only sound. My fingers twisted and untwisted in my lap. Fear gnawed at me.
This was my third time outside.
The first was the court, people I knew.
The second was the clothes store, but it was private. Just him, the girl with the ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE






























