I woke up at 2 am. I checked my phone; Karissa and Kristian both had called me multiple times and I had a full list of text messages. I got up and shut the bedroom door quietly; I sat in the closet so I could be extra quiet. I dialed Kristian's number and waited while it rang.
He answered half asleep, his voice was deep and sleepy "Hey. What's going on? Do you need me to pick you up?" I whispered "I'm not going. I'm old enough to decide I don't need to be thrown around anymore." He cleared his throat "What do you plan to do."
I whispered, "I'm leaving before they make me." He was silent but I could hear his quiet breathing. I could hear him moving to sit up "I'm going with you." I heard a bunch of rustling and his keys before I could object. He spoke again with a rough but cute voice "I'm on my way. I know where we can go."
