"Thank you." I say to the kind stranger who'd just driven me home. I'd lost control of the car, and thankfully there had been no accidents or injury.

"You're welcome." The young boy states, turning off the engine. We both come down. "Maybe you should see a doctor, Miss. you don't look okay."

"Please, if you ever need anything, let me know. This is my house." He hands me the key. I take it, and I turn to enter, but I pause. I couldn't go on because there was a possibility my guests were still present. I didn't want to see anyone, nor talk to anyone. I turn, and head...