Not My Responsibility.

Rain poured in the streets, beating hard on the windows of the limousine.

The sounds hid Erin's breath and sniffing sounds. She took a tissue and tried to fix her face, so that dad wouldn't know that she was crying.

She got home and ran into the building; her clothes were drenched and her dress clung to her body.

Dad was already asleep so she tiptoed to the bathroom to change her wet clothes. As she showered she thought about Daniel. Her heart felt broken, how could he do this? He was so cryptic.

Did he think that this was love? To control the one you are with?

Erin felt suffocated, but she remembered his eyes and how they stared into her deeply.

She felt like it was just too much, too intense and she was scared. Scared to develop anymore feelings. It's better to be logical, and only take steps that will help me, Erin said to herself.

Erin lay in her small bed and held a pillow tightly in her arms.