Her

f o u r t e e n

She left town that night, he knew as he saw her motorcycle roar down the street in the early hours of the morning.

He regretted what he did, but didn't take much notice of her disappearance, knowing she'd eventually come back.

But she didn't come back.

Each month passed without even a whisper of her name. After the first 6 months, people began to question.

Even the Scottish bartender asked where she went.

Many assumed her criminal past caught up with her and she landed herself in a cell.

But after a year of her sudden ghosting, people's thoughts changed.

They believed her habit of hanging with gangs got her shot and buried.

No one knew the truth, not even him.

All he knew was that he was left heartbroken, regretful and angry.

He took her for granted, he used her.

But that's what bad boys did. They used girls like tissues. He had done it thousands of times before.

So why was this time different?

Maybe it was because he was in love with her...