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Two: My cash is limited, so I couldn’t even spend money on a cab to get to Penn Station since I’ll need all my money to get back to campus once I’m off the train.
The worst part . . . my cell is temperamental as hell. One minute it’s on, the next minute it’s off. It’s like someone is manipulating the phone line just to mess with me. Which is ridiculous because there is no way Trent has the power to do that. Right?
My plan, which isn’t a very good one, is to break into my house and sleep there. It can’t be legal to kick me out without notice. Tomorrow, I’ll speak to the lawyer, but tonight, I just need to crash.
Yep, add criminal to my list of problems.
And lord, are the problems piling up.
It feels like the world is spinning out of control, and I’m going to topple over.
Deep breath in.
Exhale out.
A coping mechanism I learned long ago but haven’t used in years.
Deep breath in.
Exhale out.
I’m fine.
Everything will be fine.
And at least I’m in sneakers and not impractical heels.
When the cab from the train station finally drops me off, I pull out my cell and turn on the flashlight.
It’s dark outside, but at least my cell is charged.
Something tells me once inside, I’ll need it. The bastard probably didn’t pay the electric bill either.
It’s pitch-black other than light coming from my phone.
What the hell am I going to do?
Where will I sleep?
And my things. I need clothes, a toothbrush, my schoolwork.
Wait.
The back window in the family room isn’t locked.
Holy crap! I almost forgot. It’s broken. I have a way in.
My body shakes, and tears prick my eyes.
Finally, something is going my way. It might have no electricity, but at least I’ll have a bed and my things. At least I’ll be safe.
As I jimmy it open and hoist myself through the window, I realize my assessment of the situation is spot-on.
It’s pitch-black inside. All the lights are off. Even the one I have set on timers, so it always appears that someone is home.
My feet hit the floor, and they echo. It sounds like an angry stampede of elephants. It’s not.
It’s just me.
