So far he has not said anything to me and is driving in the right direction. Maybe I'm just being paranoid and overthinking? It doesn't hurt to be safe though. That is why I'm clutching the bag to alertly take out my pepper spray any second. I felt guilty for having that creepy impression about him when he dropped me home.
I judged him based on his appearance and combined it with my trauma to think that he would be one of those assholes. 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 that I do not like it here. They think it is only for the moment but I don't. I just can't think as homey of this place as I used to without it getting tampered with Krohns Highschool.
