9: Caroline.

I hit the steering wheel again as if it will help. I can't believe this is happening. I have no idea what is wrong with my car. I've checked everything I could think of and it's flat-out dead. It's like someone flipped a switch and everything went out.

I pick up my dead cell, willing it to work but drop it back down when all I see is a black screen. That's what I get for trying to get the hell outta Dodge without a plan. I'm lucky my car was home to begin with. I have no idea how it got from the bar to my place last night. It had to have been Nolan because he always takes care of me in some way.

My plan is to not be his to take care of anymore, but right now I wish for nothing more than him to appear and fix this. Even though I shouldn't have, I found comfort in knowing he was always next door. It was part of why I chose to move out of my childhood home. It wasn't just for a change, it was to be closer to him so I'd get to see him every day.

"He's busy," I remind myself.

I swallow the