So far he has not said anything to me and is indeed driving in the right direction. Maybe I am just being paranoid and overthinking?
Maybe. It doesn't hurt to be safe though. Safety paranoia is the only valid one like Dad says.
That is why I'm clutching the bag to alertly take out my pepper spray as soon as the need arises.
I start feeling guilty for having that creepy impression about him when he dropped me home.
I had judged him based on his appearance and combined it with my trauma to think that he would be one of those assholes. Oh how I have changed so much!
I tried as much as I could but was unable to pretend to be as glad as my parents are at me for being back. Making it clear and obvious in my expression that I do not like it here. They think it would only be for the moment but I don't.
I just cannot think as homey of this place as I used to without it getting tampered with Krohns Highschool.
