He nodded to himself and finally let go of the wheel. Nice pretending that Lorelai was my real mom and that I was sweet Rory, young, smart and full of promise. Blood froze in my veins. My mind was full of contradicting feelings. “I had to know if you were lying to me or not and if… if you indulged in the same things Angela does.”
Ah, that was more familiar. Or to anywhere much safer. My stuffed friend. I knew better than that. Not here. My eyes filled with unshed tears and I buried my head into Sir Cuddlesworth, wetting his matted fur. Truth be told, I was rather lucky that all he had managed to do was break a bone. He was no stranger to it, though I deeply resented the allegation that I was a drug user, like my mom. My hands roamed all over his body and I could feel hard muscles underneath his plaid shirt.
