Fighting
HIS POV "Knight," We were halfway to her house now, passing through the intersection when she tugged the sleeve of my jacket. "I need to pee." She was sounding a bit shy as I try to smile down at her, so the panic in my eyes won't appear. Those words alarmed me as I swiftly glance down the side mirror, looking out for the danger behind us. We were almost near the safe place but she needed to pee. "Okay, we'd stop at the nearest gas station real quick," I tell her, sounding casual but deep inside, I feel a little bit worried while getting myself prepared for what is going to come for us. "But you need to rush, you hear me?" "Fine," she grunted back with a sigh, "As if I'd ever get earlier for the curfew. It's already past that, and I know my parents are already dead asleep." I know...
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