Stacy’s POV
“Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned.”
I barely cannot recall who said those famous words but at that moment, when I was red with anger, blinded by my rage and wanting nothing but an outlet for my peaking emotions---the only thing that sounded appealing to me was to grab the car keys and drive to the nearest water reservoir or park that I could find. Whatever comes first, as long as I can run and scream and let it all out.
The car’s tank was always full and it was still basically new and was in prime running condition. All I needed was time away from Thomas.
From everyone.
Taking nothing but my purse that holds my driver’s license and other valid ID’s and some cards and a little cash, I grabbed the running shoes in the stairway and did not look back. Now was not the ti
