Chapter 73

Depression and paranoia were a cocktail of emotions I had never thought I would feel.

All the way home from Jesse’s place, I had anxiously checked each driver next to me at the stop lights, wondering if they had been sent after me. I had my purse open right in my lap just in case I needed quick access.

Right after I got home, I slumped into bed, completely drained from everything. Yet again, I’d been attacked. At least this time, my guardian angels were there.

Even though I knew I was safe in my parent’s home, I would jump at the shadows dancing around my room at night. Sleep was becoming a fading interest because all it brought me was nightmares. If I wasn’t being chased by a biker gang, I was getting battered by Debbie and her metal bat.

I hadn’t realized how much I was repressing but someone trying to kill you is a huge deal. It’s not something you just walk away from.

But what choice did I have? I had too much going on with the board and Oscar and life. Life was kicking m