Bridgit’s POV:
My feet slammed against the pavement as I ran away from my dad, my house, my life. Tears were streaming uncontrollably down my face as I rounded a corner and came to a stop. My breathing was rapid and strained as I took my phone out of my pocket and began to dial the memorized number. It rang a few times before an angelic voice rang through my ears.
"Hello?" Sean answered his phone, sounding tired.
"Sean! Please come get me. I-I just can't anymore." Despite my best efforts my sobs echoed into the phone.
"Bridgit? What happened? Are you alright?" His voice was now fully awake and alert.
"Just please come get me, Sean. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Okay, just calm down. Get somewhere safe, and I'm on my way. Where are you?" Rustling came through signifying his preparat
