Aubrey
Just my luck!
I am trying to get away from here, away from Everett, but my car has decided not to start. How typical! I groan, trying again for the fourth time, and finally, the stupid thing starts. I look up, making sure I am clear to pull out. When I do, I get the fright of my life. I squeal at the figure standing in front of my car. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and realize it is Everett. God damn it! I was hoping I could get away before he showed up.
He rests his hand on the bonnet of my car, refusing to move. I huff, resting back on my chair and glaring at him. He motions for me to get out of the vehicle. I shake my head. I refuse to go out there. He stands up straight and comes around to the driver’s side, tapping on the window. Everett crosses his arms over h
