For the next week, I was overwhelmed with a sense of paranoia that would follow me whenever I would try to venture outside the house or even carry my phone to view. Shane’s ominous threat laced with seduction and intent made every brush over my shoulder and illumination of my screen to wonder if it had been him. But as I would walk down the main strip of my hometown, swerving in and out of shops as I was restless sitting at home, I would shutter at any car moving slowly or any who shared even a single similarity in appearance. Eventually, it would be enough until I would lock myself within my bedroom with Whitney and we would spend the day watching reruns of old reality television of those more desperate than us. But sometime after lunch, when I had returned to my room, Whitney suddenly he
