When a house catches on fire, the adults all call each other to gossip about it-another of the 4,724 reasons I want to escape this town.
“We parked in an unkept gravel driveway of a worn-down old farm house. The overgrown trees and bushes hid Winston's truck from view of the nearby gravel road. After he exited, I slid toward the driver's door and he lowered me from his truck seat. His hands tightened possessively on my hips, I darted my tongue out to lick my lips in anticipation of what was to come. Winston didn't kiss me. Instead his eyes seemed to search mine. I stood frozen in his gaze. He broke the moment by grabbing a quilt from behind the truck seat."
“He lowered his tailgate, tossed the blanket into the truck bed, then lifted me up. I sat frozen until he joined me. He spread the
