#Chapter8

– Park

*Pryce’s Point of View*

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I am in a place that I shouldn't be. Clarkson Park. And it's already 7:10 in the evening.

I'm inside of my car, deciding if I should go out or not. Well, who the hell knows what's out there? Maybe that freak was just making fun of me, or she wants to murder me.

Why did I decide to go in here after all? It's just so stupid of me.

But then, I chose to open my door and bring with me a baseball bat, just in case of an emergency. And I left the engine of the car running so that...