a deviltree is a deviltree

CHARLOTTE

After his speaks, I stared straight at him, wondering if he had said the wrong thing, or if I wasn't seeing right, and he wasn't Vance.

So I Squinted my eyes, taking in his features, and I knew I wasn't mistaken.

Did he hit his head or something then? Why was he offering me a ride?

"Would you like to hop in?" His voice interrupted me, and I turned, looking back, but no one was behind me. I took a step back, clutching my sweater, feeling the fabric tighten.

"You’re talking to me?" I pointed at my nose, and he gave me a look that screamed, ‘Who else?’

Vance had never done anything to hurt me directly, and I had never heard him ridiculing me, but he was part of the same group dominated by my tormentors.

I’d be a fool to trust anyone of them that easily.

"You getting in, or no?" He asked again, sounding unhurried.

I bit my lips, hesitant at the offer, but my heart was pounding at the thought of taking a ride with him. It was raining cats and dogs, and it didn't look like it woul