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By the time Lara left the diner, she had a plan. She knew she couldn’t break things off with Jackson without someone like Greg there to intervene when he got angry. So, she wouldn’t be telling him she was leaving, not yet. She’d pack a bag and sneak out to find Greg when Jackson was showering. She still had no way to contact him or any of her friends, and she couldn’t be sure that Adam would take her side, so sneaking out was the best option. Jackson, whose cheek was forming a healthy-sized bruise, was waiting for her outside the diner and he grabbed her arm and dragged her to the car, his grip bruising like she’d known it would be. He was furious, and her only saving grace was that his parents and Adam were coming over for dinner— he wouldn’t risk hurting her badly when his family would