I can’t remember how I got home, but I made it back in one piece.
No idea how I got dressed and made it out of the art building. Nobody saw me, luckily. Then I apparently drove home, and now I’m sitting in my car, staring into nothingness.
I’m trying to wrap my mind around what just happened, but it’s not working. It’s all such a jumble and flashes of the present keep getting mixed up with the past.
I’m a little glad that Lizzy is staying at Hunter’s tonight—that means I can sneak into Lizzy’s place and I won’t have to face my parents. I can’t talk to anyone right now. I feel too raw. I feel like B just stripped all my skin off me and left me there bleeding. I grab my bag from the back. Luckily, I was smart enough to take a change of clothes with me. Then I get out of the car and make m
