#Chapter 8- Escape

I swallowed, my nails digging into the handle of my suitcase. The sound of the door slamming shut in my face echoed through me. The plan I had hoped I wouldn't have to use was looking increasingly more attractive. I turned on my heel and walked away from the door. I had nowhere to go. No way to get there other than my own feet, but I’d figure it out. By the time I got to the end of the driveway, the aches that hadn't presented from the night before were starting to surface. A dully pounding started at the base of my skull. My stomach growled, and while part of me regretted leaving Brightclaw so quickly, there was no way I could regret escaping Tyler and Vivian. The road before me stretched on for miles. It would take at least an hour at my pace to even reach the highway where I could maybe hope to hitchhike to the city. A pair of guards for Frostborne rode past me in a golf cart my mother's money paid for. They didn't even stop to ask if they could help. I had figured that no one