Shit. That was all Nate could keep saying once he tried to call the cops and realized that his phone was left at home in the fort. “What’s the matter?” Filled with dread, Nate turned to see park girl twirling a knife in one hand, and a phone in the other. “looking for this?” Thinking quickly, Nate knew there was only one way for him to make it out of this. “Yes" he said. “I was wanting to call you and see if you would give me another chance.” A gleam of hope flashed in her eyes, before giving a sad smile. “I wish I could believe you, Nate” she said. “but I don’t think you could like me after everything that’s happened. No, I’m afraid I have to get rid of you.” He nervously swallows and slowly steps forward. “I guess there’s only one way for me to prove it then.” He leans in to kiss her.
