He always knew what she was gonna do. He was always two steps ahead of her. Jenna had too many questions and not enough answers. As she sat on her bed, she began sobbing. She whispered, "There's no where to go."
He always knew what she was gonna do. He was always two steps ahead of her. Jenna had too many questions and not enough answers. As she sat on her bed, she began sobbing. She whispered, "There's no where to go."
I didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how cre...