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I never spoke anything while he carried me to his car. He opened the door of his car and put me on the passengers seat. After securing me with the seat belt, he closed the door and walked around the car and got inside.

All the while he drove, I dared not speak. I hadn’t uttered a word and he never asked anything more. He increased his speed and slammed on the brakes occasionally when he saw a bump or speed breaker. I was apprehensive of his next move and let my hands move to his and clasp it tightly. He noticed my gesture and slowed the speed.

I never took my hand off of him and he never tried to get rid of it. He let me hold onto him.

Brett brought me to his house and put me on his bed. I clung onto him and clutched his shirt tightly. He tried to remove my hands from the grasp but I only tightened it furthermore.

He sighed and wiped the tears off of my face. He pulled away and removed his shoes. He slipped his feet under the covers and joined me inside the bed. I finally let go of hi