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Raelyn’s pov
I moved my hand with my phone to the back pocket of my jeans, but before I could stick it in, someone grabbed the phone from my hand.
“So… Who are you texting, because it sure isn’t me?”
No… No! NO!!!
Maybe if I didn’t turn around, it wouldn’t be real. Maybe I was just imagining it.
I didn’t want it to be real, and I didn’t know what to do.
I stood there frozen, so scared that I almost peed my pants. What was he going to do?
“Lyn, answer the question.”
“No one.” I said, not wanting to turn around and face him.
“Look at me when you’re talking to me.” He sounded so calm, it was even scarier than if he had yelled.
“No.” I whispered. I didn’t even know if I could move.
I felt something sharp behind my back, and then it pushed into my skin. It hurt, but I knew better
