after the Thanksgiving dinner, I follow you outside before you get in the limo with my cousin Tripp. I gently grab your wrist and turn you around.

"Braelie please...i...just stay with me. don't go with him. I...give me a chance. I promise you wotn regret it,"

you stare up into my eyes. you looked so confused so torn.

"Please, Brae...I won't hurt you," I whisper