Sierra
The last five hours have been the longest of my life! A car ride full of mostly silent unless we were bickering about pointless things. I swear, when we stopped to use the bathroom and to get food, I nearly ran away, but he never left me alone for long enough to do so. Even when I was in the restroom, he waited right outside. Who does that? I am not a child who needs to be supervised.
Now, as we drive through the secluded woods, with not a person in sight, I shift in my seat nervously. Maybe coming here alone with him was a bad idea! What if he is behind it all? What if protecting me is a front? Why has it taken me until now to consider that? We are in the perfect place for him to keep me locked away or worse. Panic takes over me. A churning stir in my stomach, and my breathing b
