TheClosetKidnapper

Ryder I stand and hold out a hand for her, "C'mon. I wanna see something."

Ryder I nod and wonder if there's a creek around her somewhere, knowing I could probably do things myself.

Ryder I glance at her, "Y-you should go back...get cleaned up. You'll get sick if you don't."

Ryder I nod back and stop talking, not sure what else to say.

Ryder I study her before looking back down, "I lived on the streets for a good two years before someone caught me. It probably didn't help that I sold the ...

Ryder "I wasn't an addict," I say. "But yeah. My problems all started with them."

Ryder I bring my knees to my chest, "What's everything?"

Ryder I clear my throat and decide to start somewhere, "I'm not really from Phoenix. I moved there when I was thirteen, on my own, to try to get away ...

Ryder I glance around. What do I say? Why is this so awkward?

Ryder I sit beside her and cross my arms insecurely over my chest.

Ryder I study her before nodding and making to follow.

Ryder I swallow, "Y-you're leaving me?"

Ryder I look at her, "W-where are you going?"

Ryder I nod and keep my eyes down, sighing.

Ryder I look back down, "I don't hold it against you then."