TWENTY FOUR: IL S'APPELLE... TOM

DANICA

We were on the move, and a part of me believed that Asher was coming for me. At the same time, I felt like hanging on to false hope was the dumbest thing to do.

I could picture myself with her. Reunited so that she could continue to destroy me.

My captor wasn't driving this time, and we were seated at the backseat of a small black car. I managed to remain calm in the uncomfortable silence, but every part of me was screaming at me to make a move.

Do something. Jump out. Run.

I shook my head. I wished I could just wake up from this nightmare, and realize that it was nothing but that. I sighed internally, resting my head in the back of the seat.

maybe I really was stupid for thinking that I could find redemption so easily with Asher and Neil.

Neil...

I wondered what must have been going through his mind. He shouldn't have left me alone. It almost maddens me. But it wasn't his fault. Was it?