Chapter 37

  With no idea where E.J. could have run off to and wanting to kick myself for what I have said I slowly start making my way into the mall, trying my best to see if I can spot him in the sea of people, although I very much know that if someone doesn’t want to be found they won’t.

  It’s pretty obviously that E.J. is right. That I have no actual idea how he feels about everything that has been done to him. I haven’t stood where he stood. Sure, my stepdad might have been just as big of a perv, but I got away. He didn’t get to me emotionally the way that James got to E.J. What happened to me only happened once. I’m not just a normal statistic. I am truly the exception. How many people can say that they have felt it while the acid burned away half of their face? It’s quite a unique situation when you start thinking about it.