Betty
I stared at the spot where Michael's car had already vanished down the driveway, taking my final chance for escape with it. The police were gone. The security team was gone. I was with Duke and Love.
As soon as the next to last car rolled out onto the main street, Duke’s grin faded. He seized me by the arm and dragged me back, slamming the door behind us.
“You’re so full of it,” he said, his voice icy. "Running. Screaming. Trying to leave."
“You were hurting me,” I said, though I could not make him loosen his grip. His grip tightened.
“I was teaching you,” Duke said, correcting him. “But you’re not ready to learn yet. You’re still wrestling who you are.”
Love turned the key in the front door and put it into his pocket. "What do we do with her now?"
“And now she learns what it
