Broken. (Ongoing)

The sweat was dripping down my face, pulse pounding in my ears, but I couldn't stop running. The sky had turned dark as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light. I have to keep going, I told myself. I have to keep going until I know there is enough distance between us. I stopped to catch my breath, just for a moment, when mother nature showed me how cruel the world can be, as the rain started slowly dropping and then picked up with a vengeance. Within minutes, I was drenched.

"Un-fucking-believable," I mutter to myself. Sighing, I grab a quick drink out of my bag, one of the few items I grabbed before running out the door.

Brushing the wet locks of hair out of my face, I pulled the hood up on my sweatshirt, and set off again. I knew I had to be getting close to a road because I started to hear cars driving by in the distance. I can do this, I thought to myself as I picked up the pace. My feet sloshed in my sneakers, my socks and shoes sopping wet. The rain was wicked, cold and unforgiving but I didn't care. Anything to put as much distance as possible between him and I. I shivered thinking about our last encounter before he passed out and I was able to finally slip away.