I walked solwy, afraid to find out if something-someone?-was waiting for me at home. I rounded my corner, and held my breath. I was such a mess, I realized, but I couldn’t control myself any longer. I let myself breathe:no cops in front of my house. Maybe my mom had just given up, assuming I was crazy? I couldn’t blame her; maybe this was all just in our minds. I hadn’t spoken to Nick since lunch, seeing as how we were forbidden to really speak to each other these days. A tear rolled down my cheeck, but I scrubbed it away, scowling. Crying wouldn’t solve anything, that was made painfully clear last night. I walked in, said hello, and went to my room. I did not come back down the rest of the night. My thoughts continued to race, and my pulse quickened. I was making myself crazy with all of this, but I needed answers. We needed to figure out a way around this, to beat him for sure. Since contact with each other was clearly not allowed, we had to figure it out ourselves, and share our thoughts quickly.