22. Honestly, I’d Prefer Following a White Rabbit
Ben
Billy’s bolt cutters made short work of the chain that held the gate shut. The two of us pushed the wrought iron gate open with a roaring squeal that sounded like it would summon every monster within half a mile. We were lucky, though, for no monsters came running out of the darkness at us. We only had the faint sounds of the forest nightlife to keep us company.
I handed the cutters back to Billy as we made our way back to the van. My hands were shaking. I don’t know if it was more out of fear or anger.
He smiled at me, worried, “You okay?”
“No,” I said. “We could have fought him… it off. We’ve done it before. This didn’t have to happen.”
“You could’ve, but you didn’t,” Billy said, clapping a hand on my back. “You can beat yoursel
