I had eight-hundred dollars shoved into my pillow case by the time I went back to school. Sure, it probably wasn’t a fortune yet, and I had no idea where James was getting all the money, but I was taking it all. Instead of lingering on the idea of just taking his rape and then ending it in death, I had a much better idea in mind. If I could hold out just another few months I might just have enough money to get out of this place. To get away from him once and for all. That was my plan, and while working on it I had not thought...