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I despised all the attention my abuse gained me. I wanted to go back to being Korah with awesome friends and no bruises. Korah who kept to herself, silently watching crowds to later write about. Korah who wasn’t afraid of stepping out the bolted door.
    “Now, let’s go, we’re almost there.”
    Satisfied we her point was made, she pulled back onto the road. The rest of the drive was mostly silent. She was upset I felt that way, I was attempting to hide the fact it still bugged me. The closer we got to civilization, the more my anxiety kicked in. Being around groups of people stressed me out. Every outing consisted of me looking over my shoulder, constantly scanning my surroundings for something out of the ordinary. I wouldn’t allow myself to be caught off guard again, to be vulnerable to Christopher again. 
    “I’ll help keep you safe,” Leela promised as she found us a parking spot. “I have mace and I’m carrying my pocket knife.”
    I couldn’t stop the laughter from escaping. “What are you going to do with a pocket knife?”
    “I will stab that bastard in the balls if I have to, he’s not hurting you again,” she vowed.
    I imagined her, sweet little Leela who hated blood, stabbing Christopher anywhere on his body and lost myself in a fit of laughter again. I knew she would do it if needed, but the thought made me giggle. “I love you.”
    “I love you, too. And I’m serious. He won’t know what hit him if he shows up anytime when I’m with you. Or if Dane’s with you, though, I think he’d kill him if he hurt you again.”
    I glanced at her, “He was really mad, wasn’t he?”
    She snorted. “Uh, yeah. He was pissed. Gained a bit of respect from me.”
    I smiled, happy she somewhat approved. “Good.”
    Her phone chimed from the dash and she snatched it up with a gleeful squeal.
    “Cale?” I guessed.
    She nodded enthusiastically and began reading. I watched her emotions go from ecstatic to worrisome to scared. She glanced at me before typing out a long message.
    Something was wrong.
    “Well? What happened? Did he say something mean to you?” I quizzed. I couldn’t imagine Cale being mean to her, but again, what did I know about men.
    She shook her head. “No. Um, Dane’s in trouble. There’s this guy in their frat house, Jack, has he told you about him?”
    “No, now tell me why he’s in trouble.”
    Sighing, she launched into her story. “Jack is a little bitch as Cale would say. Him and Dane don’t get along. He apparently said some stuff today to piss Dane off and long story short, he fell from the bannister and broke his arm.”
    I gasped, “What?”
    “He’s saying Dane pushed him.”
    Oh, shit. “He’s pressing charges.”
    She nodded. “They’re at the police station now giving their statements and the officer from the hospital came back and told Dane.”
    “I guess we need to go,” I said, snapping my seatbelt back on.
    “Agreed.” She situated her belongings and peeled out of the parking lot.
    I couldn’t handle the thought of Dane being in more trouble. He was already going to be in trouble because of Christopher. The thought was terrifying, making me realize I did indeed care about Dane Davidson more than I wanted to admit.
     

About the Author
    Felicia Tatum was born and raised in Tennessee. She always loved reading, and at the age of twelve began writing. Her passion for creating stories grew and in May 2012, she finally wrote her first novel, The White Aura.
    She still lives in Tennessee with her daughter and her kitty. She loves cooking, books, and animals are some of her best friends. She watches a lot of Disney channel and often dreams up new book ideas. She's currently working on various projects, including the rest of the White Aura Series, the Scarred Hearts Series, and a novella series. Her dream is to write as many books as possible while entertaining as many people as