A Boy Asked Me to Dance at Prom Because No One Else Would Due to My Scars – The Next Day, His Parents and Officers Showed up at My Door

“Yeah,” he admitted.

Hearing him say it out loud made my stomach twist.

“What happened?”

He looked down.

“When I was nine, I saw Mason sneak out late. He used to do stuff like that all the time. I followed him on my bike because I thought it was a game.”

His voice shook.

“I lost sight of him for a while. Then I saw him climbing out of a window at your house. A few minutes later, smoke started coming from the kitchen.”

I stared at him.

“I got scared and rode home. The next morning, when everyone started talking about the fire and what happened to you…” He swallowed hard. “I kept thinking if I told anyone, Mason’s life would be over.”