He must not be older than twenty-five, maybe thirty for sure. He has blonde short hair with a cowboy hat on. A dirty white tshirt with some jeans and boots. I can see him out of the corner of my eye sigh, and put his hand on the back of his neck rubbing it. I can only imagine what is going on in his head and just hang my head crying. Was I an idiot to think I could actually do this? I'm so caught up in my emotions I don't hear my door slowly open when he kneels down next to me with two dog noses fighting for room. I watch his hand pick up my phone when I start to scream in a panic looking at his boots. "No, don't turn it on or he will find me!" I see him look towards me wide eyed when he just nods. Why did I have to blurt that out? He hollers behind him at someone to grab all the stuff out of the car, and take it to the apartment. I watch quietly when people start grabbing the bags from the store and my suitcase. I slowly get my keys out of the ignition, and get out of the car. When I stand up I see that Travis the owner has stood up, and is now right in front of me. I start to tremble with my hands shaking when he moves his hand. I flinch, turning my head to the side quickly waiting for something to happen. He stops moving and slowly places his hand under my chin moving my face back to look up at him. The moment he turns my head I just close my eyes feeling tears stream down my face.
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