Yes

I had ****. Okay, maybe I have a choice, but I could never live with myself if I allowed Penelope's life to be ruined. She was so close to being free of the craziness that was her upbringing.

I looked at the clock and realized I would only have barely enough time to get there on foot. I took off my pajamas and put on sweats. I put my shoes on and grabbed my jacket. I kept thinking the worst, what could possibly happen to me, and yet I opened my window and climbed out.

I looked all around to make sure my parents didn’t notice I was leaving. Then I ran to the sidewalk and started walking towards the park. It was cold out. I kept looking at my phone. I knew I might be making the worst mistake of my life, I knew I couldn’t tell anyone or risk the pictures leaking, but I wish I had some sort of guarantee of my own safety.

I just kept walking the entire way and whenever cars passed I couldn’t help but wonder if one of them was the person I was corresponding with. Who were they? How did they get the pictures? What did they want from me?

I got to the park with minutes to spare, and was scared out of my mind. It was empty this late and I stood under a light in the parking lot waiting for whatever or whoever was coming.

I checked my phone and it was 20 minutes past when whomever was supposed to be here. I wanted to text Penelope, but I couldn’t risk it. Finally another half hour passed and when my exhaustion and panic had both peaked a silver BMW pulled in. The car looked familiar and I waited for the person or persons to get out and explain what was expected of me.