Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

HOW WE GOT BACK SENIOR YEAR LAURA

When I woke up, my head throbbed, and my vision was blurry. The rough fabric of a car seat pressed against my cheek, and the air smelled like gasoline and sweat. I tried to move, but my arms felt like lead. "Jess..." I croaked, my voice barely audible.

"She's waking up," a voice muttered, sharp and unfamiliar.

$

"She better stay out," another snapped.

Jess was beside me, her face pale and streaked with tears. She whispered something to me, her voice urgent but muffled, like it was coming from underwater. "Laura, listen... You need to run. You have to run, okay? As soon as you can, go!"

A

www

www

*

Her words barely registered before the car jolted, throwing me against the door. The pain in my head intensified, and I felt the darkness creeping in again.

The next thing I knew, I was outside. The cold air bit at my skin, and the world swayed unsteadily. I didn't remember how I got there. Did I kick someone? Did they push me out? "Focus, Laura," I whispered to myself, trying to stay upright. My

0.00%

1

12:21

HOW WE GOT RACK

head was pounding, and my thoughts felt sluggish, like they were swimming through molasses.

against rough tree bark as I made my

thought burned through the fog in my mind, keeping me moving even as my legs

1. me.

I whispered, the name a

suddenly blazed in the distance, cutting through the darkness. The light was too bright, stabbing into my eyes and making my head throb

more.

1 could, though they felt like they weighed a

I croaked, the word barely escaping

screeched to a halt, tires skidding against the asphalt. I tried to stay standing, tried to keep my

road biting into my skin. Someone was shouting, their voice urgent

Jess..." I forced the words out, my lips

vision were darkening. No matter how

20.73%

12:21

HOW WE GOT BACK

287 5

open any longer.

and then a hand on my

voice was frantic, familiar, but I couldn't place it. Everything was slipping away, fading into

sterile smell of antiseptic stung my nose as my eyes fluttered open. The harsh white light of the hospital room blurred everything-around me. My throat

would be here. I imagined her sitting in the chair beside me, her face pinched with worry, her perfectly manicured hands clutching mine. But, of course, she wouldn't be here. She wasn't even in the

my throat scraping like sandpaper.

1. me.

Jess.

croaked, trying to sit up, panic surging through

1

every direction, his shirt wrinkled from where he must have fallen asleep. His eyes found mine,

12.21