Caught In A Nightmare
My heart is pounding as I rush towards the nearest bus station, hoping that I remember Hunter’s address correctly. I keep trying to text him, but he doesn’t respond. Until finally, a text message arrives, shaking me to my core. This is Aiden. He left his phone here, so stop trying to reach him! Oh, dear. Thank God I didn’t write hey, I’m coming to get you! That would be awkward. I quickly shove it back into my pocket, realizing why he did that. My parents got him that phone. He didn’t want to take anything that he felt like wasn’t his. Oh my God, we literally don’t deserve this boy, I need to get to him, now! I feel like jumping off the bus and running towards the direction of that house, but I know I’d be even slower than this damn thing. By the time I start to remember the area, I alre
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