There was a
place on the lot of the abandoned, dilapidated house that rested across the
street from mine, a place I used to hide in when I was little. A white shed
with peeling paint and a dented green door. It wasn’t just my place—it was
Nick’s place, too.
That white
shed was the only place we could run to and never be found. It was the only
place where my mother’s alcoholism and groping boyfriend of the week couldn’t
reach me. The only place where Nick’s father’s fists couldn’t find him and his
mother’s sobs couldn’t touch his ears. It was our escape, our hideout from our
horrible home lives.
A secret
place for only Nick and me.
Until one day, it just became mine.
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