Eighteen
Ever since the incident with Nikki, Whistle’s stress over her safety began to try Tasa’s patience. He was getting to be as bad as Alex. No, she didn’t miss the irony behind that fact. While the man and his intentions may be different, the results were the same. Since they’d moved close to the Bar, she’d been deprived of her bus rides. Alright, fine she could accept that. But she wasn’t even allowed to walk to work or dance practice alone.
Tasa was trying her best to maintain her composure, digging deep into her reserve of patience. After years of Alex, fantasies about escaping were her go-to mental safe space when she felt powerless. There were times, she had to talk herself off the ledge, reminding herself she wouldn’t be any safer elsewhere and that she didn’t want to leave Wh
