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never kept his thoughts in his head. If he disagreed with anything, he wasn’t shy about speaking up. That was one reason why I liked him as a friend and thought of him as the brother I never had. This was not normal, so it must have been something really horrible.
    “Jason, if you aren’t going to tell me what’s going on then I’m not going to stand here and pretend I’m not mad at you.” I turned on my heels and went toward the door. Suddenly, his hand was on my arm and he was pulling me back. I started to struggle, but that only made him hold on tighter. “Let go of me.”
    “You need to understand that he isn’t a good person. He isn’t as good as you think he is.”
    I started to struggle more, and panic flared up inside me. He spun me around so that I was close to his face; close enough to feel his breath on my nose. I glanced at his eyes, and I felt my body drain itself of everything. They were unlike anything I’d ever seen. The desperation and fear made me feel like something terrible was going to happen. I forgot everything but those eyes for that instant. Then reality settled back in, and I started to struggle against his grip.
    He let go, and watched as I backed against the door and slid to the ground. I was never going to forget the way his eyes looked. They would haunt me forever. I looked up at him again, but he had turned around.
    “Jason, what is it?”
    He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
    “You don’t know what?”
    “He’s not a good person, Andy.” He glanced over his shoulder at me. “I can’t tell you why because I don’t know why. I just have this feeling, and I care about you too much to let you walk into a situation without giving you any warning. You’re practically family to me, and I couldn’t bare it if he did something to you.”
    I was so confused. What was he talking about? What would Mark do to me? How was he a bad person? But if all he had was a feeling, then how could he actually know?
    I struggled to get up, since I was still shaken. “I’ll keep my eyes open for anything suspicious.”
    He shook his head. “No, Andy. That’s not good enough.”
    “Then what is, Jason?” I snapped at him. “I don’t understand what you’re saying, and neither do you it seems.”
    “Don’t trust him.”
    I rolled my eyes and turned to leave, but his hand was once again on my arm. I instinctively turned, my arm already swinging. He ducked, but let go as I ran from the room.
    My reaction to people touching me depended on what they did exactly. Usually I would start to panic and struggle until I was loose. Sometimes, if I had been startled, my arm was immediately swinging as if it had a mind of it’s own. But I would almost always get so shaken that it took several minutes to relax. I was the only one who knew why I reacted like this. I felt like my father knew, but I’d never actually told him.
    I returned to my room a while later to find that Jason had left. Good. I could finally get the alone time I was desperately seeking. So for the next few hours, I hid in my room with the door locked. Even when someone knocked and tried the handle, I wouldn’t move. I stayed curled up on the cushion by the far back window and stared out at the water behind us. I didn’t move until I heard the men getting louder outside. They were yelling at each other over how to do things correctly. We would be docked very soon. I slowly sat up and stretched. I took my time until I was sure that we were stopped and that a good portion of the men were off the ship. I walked across the room to unlock the door, and when I opened it Mark was waiting. I walked right past him, as if I hadn’t seen him, and kept going until I was at the railing.
    We were at an island with a very small town on the beach. This wasn’t a port. This was a pirate cove. I sighed. I had really wished for a place where there were actually people, not just someplace with a few buildings stocked often from some anonymous