Mom would kill me.
… for a nice girl like you.
He escorted me to his car,
put me into the backseat.
What’s your name, anyway?
If I told him my real name,
they might call home anyway. “Uh…”
Tough question?
It never crossed my mind I
couldn’t get out without it.
You have to answer it sooner or later.
“Bree,” I said. “Bree… Wagner.”
I Wasn’t Scared—Yet
They asked me lots of questions.
I made up every answer,
the most important one being,
“My parents can’t be reached.
May I call my brother?”
They handed me the phone.
I could only hope he was home.
Brrrng… brrrng… brrrng…
“Chase? It’s Bree—your sister?
Listen, I got picked up for curfew…”
I had rousted him up out of
deep crash hell. It took a few
minutes for him to come to.
“Since our mom and dad are out
of town, they brought me to Wittenberg…”
Somehow he got my drift. He
told me to chill, he’d see what