The ride there was very slow and oddly normal. Expect for a couple quick stops, I almost rolled off the back seat. I couldn't see anything or anybody, my eyes were covered. How in the hell did he know what he was doing? When I was with him he was fine. Well, that's a lie. He was fine for the first few months, then he got weird. I mean, super weird. And it hurt a lot when I broke up with him because I felt close to him, but he made me nervous. One night, he got drunk and started yelling at me, accusing me of things. I went up to bed and didn't talk to him for a few days. He felt bad but, it got worse and worse. He started having affairs, & coming home like nothing happened. I dumped him and kicked him out. Asshole. As I lay here, I try and plan what I can do to when the door opens and we leave. My biggest fear is where he's taking me. I can't seem to catch my breath, I'm going to hyperventilate if I don't pace myself.
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My Ex Boyfriend Kidnapped Me
Teen FictionI lay here tangled in the sheets. I can feel the leftover mascara on my lashes from last night. To the left of me, is a big window. The sun was out, but the glass was still wet from the storm last night. The memories hit me like a truck. Last...
