Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I shook my head at myself. I was out of my mind.
“You’ll bring me home?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“Alive and… untouched?”
And he laughed, and it was the first time I’d heard his
voice. Deep and smooth and very much humored at my
expense. “Tonight. Sure.”
My expression fell, and I hesitated only a moment before I
pulled out of his grasp and inched my way over to the closet,
feeling for one of my hoodies that was bound to be in there.
Finding one, I pulled it out and slipped it on, digging out a
pair of sneakers, too. I wanted my phone. I should bring it.
I turned back toward the stairs, but then stopped,
remembering the GGPS on it my parents used to track me with
an app.
If my mom woke up or my dad came home, would I want
them to be able to find me with a boy whose name I didn’t
even know, doing something I shouldn’t be doing, and use it as
an excuse to send me away again?
But then again, if I needed them to find me, I was going to
be damn glad I had the phone, wasn’t I?
Decisions, decisions.
Screw it.
I inhaled a breath, turned around, and reached for his hand.
He took it and opened the door.
“Why don’t you use a stick?” he asked, leading me down the
driveway. “Or a guide dog or something?”
Believe me, I’d love to. It would allow me a little more
freedom.