The car slammed through the barricade of wood broken and splintered by time, forgotten like me with no one to take care of it and repair the damage years of misuse have added to it, layer by broken layer. For a second, I just sat there. Stunned.
Lights on and engine still running, I pushed the door open and stepped out into the sand, stumbling and wiping hot tears from my eyes with shaking and blood-stained hands.
I couldn't breathe but I could run.
I had to run away.
Away from him.
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Published on August 06, 2015 08:36