"Good nite" he said to me. Scared to death, I turn around to leave. "This can't go down like this" I think. So I turn around to speak, but couldn't get out but one word before he cuts me off again. I leave, feeling helpless and scared. I hear that woman talking in the background, no doubt making things worse. The walk home seems like HOURS, my heart pumping fast, and avoiding main streets as much as I could. Every dark car that passed me made my heart race faster, scared he might come out of no where and stop me for some reason. I return to the main street for the last stretch home. Being out there made me feel vulnerable, open. Like anything could happen. I start thinking, "What if he went to my house and waited for me there?" Almost scared to go home, I press on, trying to hurry to safety. When I get home I'm relieved that he isn't there, but my heart is still pumping fast as I walk in my house. Again I start thinking "What if he pulled up?" I was worried for a minute, then ten o'clock rolled around and I was sure he wasn't coming. The rest of the night, I thought of you. Just thinking what could POSSIBLY be happening. Like how did they react, what did they say, what's going to happen to her now? I worried about you, I still am. I can only imagine what your were feeling when it all happened, and after it was all done. I don't I have ever worried about you more than I did that night...
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