***Piper***
I was able to get a cheap rental car and drove for a bit before pulling over at a small motel just outside of town. I was wiped out. Sure, my bruises looked better, some had faded, but my ribs still bothered me if I bent or twisted a certain way, and my body wasn't one hundred percent yet. Then, adding all the walking on top of it, I was drained. It wasn't just physically, but mentally, too.
I know I'm taking a huge risk by leaving, but the thought of weighing others down didn't sit right with me.
Washing my face after another pep talk, I crawled into the bed, groaning as it was in no way soft or comfortable. I refused to lie under the blankets, never knowing what they had seen.
Thoughts of Bear filled my head as I looked at the dirty ceiling. What was he doing? Did he know
