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Chapter 8

I continued to drive down the empty streets. It was peaceful, nobody around to hurt me or yell at me. I smiled at the thought of being free. I looked down at my arms, bruises. Then I checked the rear view mirror to look at my face, bruises. I felt a tear roll down my cheek at the thought of it all, and directed my eyes back to the road.

I knew for a fact I didn't and couldn't love or trust Carter anymore, but I didn't want to cut it off because I was afraid of what he would do to me. For all I knew, there could have been worse things he had planned that he didn't get to do because I ran away.

I heard a car behind me approaching fast. I looked back in the mirrors just in time to see an angry Carter driving his car behind me, and he was coming up fast. I looked back and forth in a panic, having no clue what to even attempt to do.

Without thinking, I floored the gas pedal. I instantly surged forward, and my sports car being faster than his truck. I got away with just enough room for him to lose sight of me.

I made a hard left turn when I was out of sight and went to a gas station to get gas, keeping an eye out for Carter all the time. After I got the gas, I went back to Taylor's house and rang the doorbell. She opened the door to a broken down girl crying on her porch step.

"Layla what's wrong?" she asked. She slid down next to me and hugged me from the side. Her hugs always comforted me a little when I was upset.

"I told Carter," I said while sniffling, "and he's going to hurt me if I come back home. I'm a run away now!" The thought of the word run away made me shiver. Being my age, I shouldn't have a reason to be a runaway, but now I do.

I leaned my head to rest on her and cried onto her shoulder. I couldn't bare having to put Taylor through this, but I had no other choice. There was no way I could talk to Carter about it since he practically wanted to kill me now. My mom passed away when I was 12, and my dad and I aren't close at all because he lives in Canada, and I live in England.

"Layla, you have to dump him, you'll get through this, I'll help you." Sniffing uncontrollably with added tears, I smiled and nodded to her. I could do this, somehow.