Val
The nights are the worst.
When I hear every single noise that this creaking old building makes. When I imagine all the fears I had while living at home come to life and smother me with their intentions. That’s why I’d ended up leaving in the first place.
He’d tried to touch me.
When I cried out, no one rushed to my aid.
Immediately, I knew I wasn’t safe there anymore, and I would have to make my way. Which is why I’m here; in a studio apartment above Get Baked. Sleep will not come, at least not easily, and not soon. Rolling over, I grab my phone and hop onto my new social media account. A text comes through when it shows I’m active.
Hot Lineman: What are you doing awake?
I laugh when I see the name I gave him appear. If he ever sees, he’ll never let me live it down. I still can’t believe we text with one another. If our friend group knew about it, they would be surprised.