#Chapter 78: Cry for Help

Olivia I stumbled down the stairs with determination in my heart to not wake Nathan. “I can do this alone,” I whispered to myself as I grabbed my keys off of the hook and snuck out the door. “I’ve been alone all this time… I can be alone for a little while longer.” In my frightened, panicked, and pain-stricken state, those words made perfect sense to me. Perhaps if I had been more clear headed, though, I would have realized just how utterly stupid I was being. The night was dark, a void swarming with every dreaded possibility. My grip on the steering wheel was ironclad as I drove my car down the deserted roads. My body was in revolt, wracked with pain, causing my vision to blur at the edges. Each cramp twisted through me, intense and threatening, like a raw, unyielding storm. “Just stay on the road,” I mumbled to myself, a shaky mantra meant to tether me to reality. The dim glow of the dashboard highlighted the blood staining my jeans, a crimson stain on a tableau