Nowhere Safe
“It was Fun Night evening, he realized, and his chest hurt that he wouldn’t be able to go for fear they would all stare at him. He felt weak and angry and trapped. That detective—Pelligree—wouldn’t let up. Kept calling and calling and calling, and the media people were relentless, too, though at least they’d stopped camping out on his doorstep, trying to make more of it than it was. But then his mother kept on bitching and bitching and bitching about the van. Jesus. It was enough to make him suicidal.
He couldn’t go back to the school and have everyone stare at him, and anyway that bull dyke Lazenby didn’t want him there, either. He could just tell. And he’d seen the way the rest of the staff, DeForest and Maryanne in particular, had looked at him, too. Like he was repugnant. Like there was something wrong with him. That he’d brought this all on himself.
Who was the bitch who’d zip-tied him? Why had she done this to him?
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