''Promises, by Adrena Calero
I'm afraid to be a prey, and I'm afraid to be a fool. Growing up with a mother who had several boyfriends within a year, made it hard not to be fascinated by her way of living. She'd get high on men, drugs and alcohol. I got high on the promises she gave me, and the holes in my heart, that her men promised to fill. Neither ever succeeded, so I learned to fear, instead of wishing.''
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**Adrenas point of view**
I was holding onto my seatbelt, as we started driving. He was driving fast, and I could almost see how he put all his anger into the pedals. I wasn't even sure if he knew where we were going, but with his pace, he seemed determined to get somewhere.
