Raegan
I got to my dad’s house three days ago and instantly went to my old room and locked myself in. Well, it wasn’t a room anymore. It was mom’s office but it had a couch and that was good enough for me. Dad tried to talk to me in the car and I snapped at him. I felt bad. I knew I was taking everything out on everyone, but I needed to distance myself from them as much as possible if I was going to be leaving with Bronson. I didn’t want to, trust me. The idea of being in the same car as him terrifies me to no end, but I knew what I needed to do. The idea of being around him will scar me.
I felt bad for doing what I did, but it needed to be done. Dylan understood for the most part, but he was hurting. That day was one of the hardest for both of us. We talked for a while and, in the end,
