The ambulance came and took the man away. They checked me over, but I was fine. Physically.
The police came too and interviewed me. They knew who the guy was. He was well known to them and my mother. They told me to put a lock on my door and fix the lights and not to open up to any strangers in future. No kidding.
When they left, I went and threw up. I think Mark tried to talk to me, but I stayed in the bathroom. He must've gone home at some point because when I eventually came out it was just me.
I stopped talking to him after that. He came over a few more times, but I wouldn't open the door. I didn't open up to anyone. Eventually, he went away again, and I didn't see him for a long time.
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Mark DeLancey
Short StoryA small town, a neglected child, a good and kind Samaritan. Even through a life of hardship, a thread of cherished memories can trail and make life worth living. **I was sixteen now and someone like Mark DeLancey interested me. His tall, solid build...
