Page 62 of Psycho

I looked down at my feet.

I would not cry.

I would not.

This was just the same deal as the one with Dad, and I had been through that for years.

I could handle this.

Tears dripped from my eyes and splatted onto the concrete by my left foot.

I stopped and took it in for a second before walking inside the school.

The warning bell rang to let me know I had five minutes left to get to class.

Fuck.

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I walked aroundduring lunchtime after finishing a turkey sandwich I bought at a nearby gas station off campus.

And now, I didn’t know what to do with myself to pass the time.

There were only a little under six weeks left of school.

Six more weeks of Hell, from the looks of it.

Just six more weeks until I got my degree. Only at this point, I wasn’t even sure if it would be worth it anymore.

I would get my degree, and then what?

Continued to do… whatever it was that Micah wanted me to do, by taking me to settle Dad’s debt?

I was surprised he was even letting me continue with school. Or perhaps he wanted to give me something to do while he went out and did the Devil’s work.

I shook my head and walked back inside the school, looking down at the watch Grandma had given me for my fifteenth birthday, for the time.

It wasn’t the most expensive watch in the world, but it was worth a good amount of money. The sentiment behind it, however, was priceless.

It was also the only thing Dad left alone when he cleared out Grandma's stuff after sending her to that shitty nursing home.

Now Micah had taken her out of that, and I didn’t know where he had put her, or if the place she was at now was better or worse than the first one.

I didn't know anything.

I still had about twenty minutes left of the one-hour lunch break before my next class.

Half of a school day had gone by quickly, and I both wanted this day to be over soon and dreaded it at the same time.

Because when Micah picked me up from school today, I knew I would be standing there, and I would get into his car willingly.

I didn’t know Dad had given Micah a weapon to control me, but he did, knowing full well it would work because it had worked for him.

I would be doing whatever the fuck it was that Micah wanted from me.

And it was just…

It was getting hard to breathe.

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