"Dolly," I whisper, "Where are you?!"
I will not cry.
I have to channel in my rock.
Mamma always said that when things start to fall apart; one must always stay posied. A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.
That didn't work with Tanner.
I sit in my bed as the men talk in a different room, deciding my fate. It's been at least an hour, and Dolly is nowhere to be found. My hands are tied to the bedpost in not an erotic way; I am now a prisoner. I feel scared, disconnected, and panic-ridden.
My eyes burn, literally.
I hurt.
I am feeling such powerful things for Jules, the one thing that I did not want to let happen. Did Jules admit to loving me? There is a fine line between love and hate, and I am beginning to see that. Though I know, Jules i
