1.42 Bodyguard

I am scaring myself. I am fully aware of that. Ever since I saw Jon at the 7/11 last night, waving and smiling with that demented face, I’ve been hypervigilant of my surroundings. I don’t tell David because I don’t want him to worry. But now I think that I probably should. If we can play our cards right, Jon can be our way to finally apprehending Uncle Fern.

Suddenly, an arm loops around my shoulders, and I reflexively hit the person in the jaw, “Ow!” David yelps in pain, and my hand comes up to my mouth in shock.

“Oh my God. I am so sorry!” I stammer, taking his face in my hands as I check the damage. “You just scared me. I thought you were someone else.”

David grimaces, moving his tense jaw from side to side. I hear whispering from the students around us. Nice, Dina. Way to punch your boyfriend in the face in front of everybody. They must think I’m insane. Maybe they’re not far off.