Krisa
I had a lot to think about.
There was no way I could actually get away for the night. Marie and Paul wouldn’t allow it, and that thought pissed me off like nothing before.
I was twenty one years old, for crying out loud. I shouldn’t have to seek permission to go out for some fun. I knew Marie was doing it from a good place, trying to keep me on the straight and narrow, but the truth was, I was better than I’d ever been before. I’d moved on from the past. I didn’t need to be locked away, isolated during my youthful years I would never get back.
So did I want to go?
I paced my room relentlessly, wearing out the hardwood floors as I went.
To go meant sneaking out.
And god, I wanted to sneak out.
After many wasted minutes wondering what to do, I took a seat on my bed and tried to be rational. Sneaking out would jeopardize everything I’d worked hard for. If I didn’t get away with it, Marie would be devastated and Paul would never forgive me.
Not that the asshole ever forgave me anyway.
But staying meant being the good girl I’d forced myself to be. It meant not living. It meant being something everyone else wanted me to be.
Two years I’d been on the straight and narrow, and Christ, I needed a break. I needed to feel something inside of me. I was tired of being numb, of letting the days go by without any shred of excitement or purpose. What if going out quenched that for at least another while?
Maybe it was good for me.
With a trembling hand, I grabbed my phone and called Courtney.
“What’s up?” she said on the other end, no doubt surprised by my abrupt call.
Seeing nothing but Kale’s gorgeous face in my thoughts, I closed my eyes and forced the next words out. “I need your help.”
End of Part One