Dallas
After watching the mysterious woman get on the interstate heading in the direction I just came from, I gave that scumbag one last kick before jumping in my car and getting the hell out of there.
As soon as I was back on the interstate, I kept the pedal to the metal, ensuring I was long gone when that creep regained consciousness. I drove the rest of the way to my home state, only stopping long enough to refill my gas tank.
It felt like I had been driving for an eternity when I finally parked in front of my childhood home. For several minutes, I sat there gazing at the little beige house with white shutters. My father had always been vigilant about repainting those shutters every spring, never missing a year.
I had no clue how my parents would react to seeing m
