Eight

Jordan

He didn't let me go. He held me under gun point till I made my way towards his car.

I'm fuckin scared to be honest. I honestly thought Jaxon hated me then liked me.

I was stiff as a board as I got in. I didn't bother to put my seat belt on.

I couldn't.

I couldn't, and I didn't want to. I didn't want to move because I don't know what his next move is. I was too scared to find out.

The ride was an awkward quiet. I couldn't stand it. So I moved my pinky closer to the door. From the corner of my eye,...