I took a seat beside him at the wheel of the boat. He looked at me and then his watch, “Damn I should probably get you home.” As he said this Brent seemed to give a pained expression. I laughed, “Upset about that?”

He turned to me and said, “Your mother.”

I shot up from my seat and cried, “Oh my God she is going to kill me Brent! Why did I agree to go?! She’s going to kill me!”

“Jamie Jamie Jamie,” Brent tried to calm by taking me into his arms, “If she hurts you…I’ll be right next door, right next to your balconey.”

I sobbed into his chest, “Okay.”

“Now relax, you’re safe.” He stroked my hair, now falling out of my ponytail. His touch made my heart skip a beat over and over again, “Now I’m going to let go of you to drive home? Will you be okay?”

I nodded feebly and he set me back into my chair, where I mananged to fall asleep, switching from dreams of Brent to nightmares of my mother.