Independent
Heather was sure she’d covered all the angles: her parents never checked on her during the night,
she’d overridden the alarm on the downstairs window, and Jason would meet her around the corner so no one would see a car hanging around their house. She’d stuffed a few personal things in her backpack, but she wouldn’t need much. Jason had promised he’d taken care of everything; they’d be living on easy street in a tropical paradise in under a week.***
Dismay twisted Heather’s mouth as she watched Jason's taillights disappear past the dilapidated apartment building and around the corner; she knew he wasn't coming back.
“Hey, sweetheart, you look like you need a friend,” she heard a strange male voice say behind her.
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