she spoke in a whisper, barely audible to the girl on the other end of the line. “come over.”

“you’re sure?”

“yes.”

“what about your parents.”

“they’re gone. it’s cool. come over.”

“ok.” the girl on the other end taps the red icon and hangs up. she’s scared but also thrilled. heads outside, hops on her bike and heads off. this time, she thinks. maybe this time. 

Overcome

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