Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

woods by myself. I would never be able to escape, run away,
or experience the freedom of a spontaneous getaway all by
myself without anyone knowing or being there to help me.
“Drive,” I finally answered him. “My dad used to have this
old stock car in the barn at our ski lodge in Vermont, and I
would sit in it and shift the gears, pretending I was racing. I’d
love to be able to drive.”
He was quiet for a moment, and then finally, he rose, and I
could feel him right in front of me.
“Would you really?” he asked.
There was a sneaky smile in his voice that made my heart
skip a beat.
“Let’s get out of here then.” And he grabbed my hand and
pulled me along.
“Huh?” I stumbled, perplexed but letting him take me even
though I had no idea what was going on. “And go where? I
can’t leave!”
I remembered my mother upstairs and closed my mouth,
shutting up immediately.
“I can take you if I want,” he said, pulling me into the
foyer toward the front door. “Or you can scream now and the
fun has to end.”
“Who says I’m having any fun?”
“You’re about to.” He stopped but kept hold of my fingers.
“Or, if you want, I can put you to bed and go have fun with
someone else.”
I rolled my eyes. Please. Like I’d be jealous or something?
“You’re the one I want to play with, though,” he
whispered, leaning in.
Yeah, I’m sure. A psycho with a penchant for blind girls
who can’t pick him out of a line-up. Was I out of my mind?
“People and music and fires and beer,” he taunted. “Let’s
go, Winter. The world awaits.”