"I can't talk to you." Jonathan opened the door to get out.
"Jonathan..." The man grabbed the door pulling it so the youth couldn't get out. "I can help you, if you'll let me. Just talk to me..."
"I can't... I gotta go to school." Jonathan pushed on the door to get out again.
"Let me take you, so I'll know yer safe." The man offered.
"I am late... You don't mind do you?" Jonathan asked sadly.
"No, Jonathan... I wouldn't offer if I minded. Close the door." The man stated.
Jonathan shut the door. The man moved back under the steering wheel. He started the truck, put it in gear.
"Jonathan, if you need to talk I'll help you. If you feel you can't talk to me, talk to somebody. A cop. Anybody. Tell them what the man is doin' to ya. It'll make it stop when you do." The man spoke gently as he drove the youth to school.
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