I raised my legs up and over the balconey until I was on the other side, holding on tightly. It kind of made me think of that scene from Titanic, you know the one where Jack and Rose first meet. “You’ll be perfectly fine. I’m right here.” Brent called.

I took a deep breath and jumped off, a scream bubbling out of me on the way down.

But Brent caught me, just like he said, “That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He smiled dazzingly and I was lost…until I heard my front door open, “Oh my God, hide!” I tore (reluctantly) from Brent’s warm arms and hid in the bushes that lined my house. “Jameson!” I heard my mom cry, “Jameso-you!” My mom hissed while pointing at Brent, “What have you done with my daughter?!”

“Nothing.”

“You damn well did something you son of a bitch. Now. What. Did. You. Do. To. Her?!”

Brent shrugged, “I haven’t seen your daughter in nine years, and now you’re saying I’ve done something to her?”