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Knock on a door?

Hope that they would let me use their phone and not call the police.

I tried to search my mind. I used to live here. I should know my way out, but my head was clouded with haze, and the noise was begging to fill my ears. My feet began to drag and I stumbled, landing hard on the concrete.

A car sped past me, and I heard breaks screech to a stop.

“No,” I shook my head, trying to climb back to my feet. I was on someone’s lawn… if I could just make it to the door.

“Annabelle!”

“No,” I cried out, digging my fingers into the grass, trying to pull myself away from the road.

A hand touched my shoulder, and I screamed, turning and lashing out.

“Hey!” Eric jumped back, his eyes wide as he held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to know if you’re okay.”

Safety.Eric, he was safety.

“I need …n-need to go,” I stammered. “Peter…”

His brow creased in the center and he held out his hand to me. I cringed away. I didn’t want to be touched.

“Okay, okay,” he said, scrubbing at his face. “Can you get in the car?”

I looked over at the road, his car was parked by the curb. If I could make it there, I would be safe.

I nodded.

Just get to the car.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to my feet. Eric stood beside me as I took one step after another toward his car. He pulled the door open, holding it as I dropped my body inside, the cool leather seats feeling like heaven against my hot skin.

He rushed around and got in the driver’s side.

“Need to call Wrench,” I managed to force out as he pulled away and made his way down the road.

“You can call from my house,” he said calmly, his eyes flicking from the road to me and then back again. “It’ll be okay.”

There were those words, the ones I hated to hear, the ones that made me feel like my emotions and my breakdowns were invalid. But I ignored it.

I was safe now. And soon Wrench would be here.

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