Sierra
I wanted to argue further about staying in this house, but I had no argument. Being alone the last couple of days was not good for me. I knew it. The cut on my finger was a reminder of why it wasn't. And the thought of being alone in the house if one of Victor's friends showed up was enough for me to give in to Cookie's demand. Although, I will say the thought of not knowing where I was going to go was just as scary. But if I really wanted to see if I could trust Cookie not to be anything like Victor, then here was a chance to let him prove it. If Cookie were anything like Victor, then the safe place would be somewhere remote and away from anyone else. If he wasn't, then, well, I guess I don't really know where he would take me. Somewhere with other people, maybe. Then again, Cooki
