I was given enough time to pack a bag with some of my belongings, but Ryker told me I wouldn't need much. Just the essentials. So I packed a few of my favorite pieces of clothing, a couple of photos of me and my parents, my cell phone, computer and Mr. Snuggles, my stuffed pig that I use as a pillow.
When I exited my bedroom with Mr. Snuggles under my arm, his eyebrows raised in question, and I gave him a halfhearted shrug in response.
"He's coming." I say, without any room for argument.
He chuckles and motions for me to walk ahead of him, so I do so with my shoulders and chin high. No one can question my pig. As I pass him, I feel the hairs on the arm that is closest to him rise, almost as if static electricity is passing between us.
