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All I can keep picturing isto be able to breathe, but it see so hard I looked a lot like Violet did when she collapsed to the ground and I felt that hen I took off for that strip club yesterday We’re both stuck in the sao, and it really doesn’t et ht at the last second, I straighten the wheel back out and keep heading straight, toward my dorm I don’t knohy I do it, other than there’s this part of me that wants to help her--wants to understand her

She doesn’t askand it doesn’t see and park the truck near the entrance doors There are only three cars left in the parking lot and a couple sitting in the shade under the trees

I turn off the engine and wait for her to say so, but she continues to stare out theShe’sthe person orks to open closed doors I’m the one ants to hold them shut

"So you can crash in my dorm until I have to leave to at et ether, before I look at her "You’re welcoreen eyes burn and I lean back in the seat "I’," she says bluntly

I tuck the keys into " Well, it wasn’t until she brought it up

"Then what are you thinking?" Some of the harshness evaporates as she studies ot my head fked up and all over the place," I admit

She seems pleased over this "Why?"

"Because I have no idea what you’re thinking and that’s not normal for me"

"What are you? Afrom her voice

"No, just observant"

"Well,because I don’t have a whole lot going on inside ainst the door and rest my elbows on the sill "I don’t think that’s even close to the truth I think you have a lot going on inside your head More than most people, which is why you had a panic attack"

"It wasn’t a panic attack," she contends, resting back against her door "I just got caught up in the exciteers and wince frouys beat the shit out of each other is exciting?"

"Maybe" She pulls a regretful face as she ads up on the seat "Does that h at her, but I am kind of afraid of her Afraid of how she et swept up with her, the fact I’ I promised myself I’d never do in order to keep control over my own life Me and me alone "So Kaydentoward her, the needy ache, to kiss her, feel her, be with her Complicated, I remind myself "You can crash on his bed, but tomorrow I can’t help you"

She sits up, slides her knees toward her chest, and wraps her arainst her as she rests her chin on her knees She looks so vulnerable and helpless, the ar away I can’t see else but how easy it’d be to hit on her, play her until she gives in to ain until I got this stupid obsession I have for her out offor the suhts "Are you staying here or going ho?"

I lean away fro her, ready to escape the conversation Then I hurry and hop out of the truck and head up the sidewalk, hearing the truck door open

She quickly rounds the front ofin front of me with her arms out to the side of her "That’s not fair," she says with a frown "You know my sad little story, at least part of it, and it’s only fair I get to know yours"

"The only thing I know is that you were going to live with some old pervert who likes to hit you and now you have no place to live," I clarify and dodge around her, heading for the entrance doors

She walks across the parking lot beside me "Do you have someplace to live?"

I rake my hand over the top of my head "Does it really o-to answer" I bitewhether to shout at her to back the fk off or run like hell "Don’t flip this to being aboutbackwards in front ofdeal if I know you are?"

I stop at the curb, feeling so force its way up inside me I’ve never been asked questions like this People are usually too afraid of irl I’d probably think she was just trying to get an invite hoh to know that she’s probably getting a kick out of being a pain in the ass

"You’re right" I throwplace to live" I breathe heavily "There, are you happy?"