‘Trevor?’
His name should be terror because that is all I feel when he is near me. My system trembles with an inordinate amount of fear, just hearing him say my name. It doesn’t matter what he wants or why he feels the need to say it.
I was glad, though, when he left on Friday morning, yes he stayed the night on Wednesday evening, two nights if I am being precise.
He had called my parents on Thursday morning to tell them I was too weak to go to school; saying it was better if I stay home for the rest of the week to regain my strength.
While he was on the phone with them, I prayed to every God I know that his action doesn’t get me into my trouble because I knew how wrong that could go in minutes.
Only for them to surprise me by agreeing to his suggestion.
I thought I was dreamin
