ERIK
Clearly, that was the worst thing I could have said - because as soon as I told Amy that I'd be taking her home, a look of pure terror spread across her face. A look that wasn't different, I realized, from the one she had when I'd walked into that piece of s**t's room and found her in the bathroom, with just a curling iron as a weapon.
"No," she choked, starting to shake her head. "No, not there, please not there, not ..."
"Hey, hey, calm down," I said, squeezing her tighter as she began to sob. "It's okay, Amy, calm down ..."
"Not there ... please don't ..."
"Amy, stop," I ordered, taking her face in my hands and looking straight into her eyes. That stopped her sobs, but not the tears or the tremors. "If you don't want to go home, I won't take you there. But ... at least tell m
