Chapter Twenty-Four

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"Where are we going?" I asked him.

We were in the car.

Our luggage was in the car too.

"Jersey."

That is all he said.

I had lived in New York for the longest.

But I barely ever went to New Jersey.

"Why?" I asked

"Tyler heard about your attack. Well he didn't know if it was you. He just heard that a young women had almost been raped at your hotel and he asked if it was you."

Oh.

My.

God.

I do not want anyone to know about that.

All the girls at my school already assume I am a slut.

I am sure the whole world does.

"Oh."

That is all I said.

"I told him It wasn't you. It couldn't have been. You were in Jersey with me visiting my grandparents." He said

"So are we just gonna meet Tyler and Seana in New Jersey?"

"No. We are actually going to visit my grandparents. Tyler and Seana are gonna meet us there. They will be there tomorrow"

"Tomorrow?" I asked

"Yeah. He heard about the attack and he freaked out and started driving. So if he asks just say you with me when it happened. I know that you don't anyone to know about it." He said.

When we got to his grandparents house it was a bit late.

But they were still awake.

And she had dinner warming on the stove.

"Dyl!!" His grandmother called when we first got there.

She hugged him so tight.

You could tell that he was loved.

I remembered when my mom hugged me like that.

A tear fell down my face, but I cleared it before anyone noticed.

"Friend" His grandfather asked

"Yes. This is Azalea Winters. She is Tyler's baby sister." Dylan explained.

"Oh, yes. Nice to meet you dear." His grandfather said.

"You guys hungry?" His grandmother called from the kitchen.

"Starving!" Dylan answered.

I followed him into the kitchen.

There was homemade chili.

My mom had always made that.

Even when she was really sick.

She always told me that I was her little girl and nothing in the world would ever hurt me.

And here I was.

Standing in some strange woman's kitchen trying to make my where-abouts for all those times I was nearly raped unknown.

"Excuse me." I said and I ran upstairs.

I ended up in a spare room.

I was just sitting on the floor in the corner balled up in a ball crying.

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