Lennon Rose pauses at the rear end of the car, excitement twinkling in her clear blue eyes. She pounds her fist twice on the trunk, and the thumping echoes off the house.
All at once, there’s a series of thrashing sounds and a string of curses from inside the trunk. I widen my eyes and fall back a step.
“What have you done?” I murmur.
“Let me out of here, you crazy bitch!” a guy screams in a muffled voice.
Lennon Rose bends down close, her lips almost touching the blue metal. “I’m sorry, Garrett, but you hurt my friend,” she says like she’s talking to a misbehaving child. “You scratched her neck, remember?”
He openly sobs. “I’m sorry,” he whimpers. “Please, just let me go.”
“Not yet,” Lennon Rose says simply, straightening up. “Not until you learn to be a good little boy.”
When Lennon Rose turns to me again, I’m still in complete shock. She … She kidnapped Garrett Wooley.
“Surprise!” Lennon Rose says, smiling brilliantly.
Girls with Rebel Souls
Raised on guilt and apologies.
They wanted to make you behave.
Stripping away your instinct of self-preservation
In return for their praise.
“Real love is sacrifice,” he says.
Keep his home.
Cook his dinner
Lay in his bed.
“That’s all you’re good for anyway.”
You want to free yourself to:
Chase your dreams.
Forge a path.
Build a life.
But he says no.
He saysnoand it’s worth ten of yours.
He says no and that means no.
But you’re no longer content to heed his rules.
You’re no longer content to be his prize.
You find your forgotten stick.
The one you sharpened and set aside long ago.
