The drive had been just long enough for her to get everything figured out. She wasn’t staying, not after this. It was, honestly, the final straw for Torrie. She thanked Warren before getting out of his car and heading inside, not looking back as she waved her shoulder.
Somehow, she managed to make it to her room without anyone bothering her, a few tears still spilling over, make up ruined. It didn’t take her long to find a couple of decent dufflebags and it took her even less time to throw clothes and what cash she had stashed inside them.
The note was short, just enough to let them know she hadn’t been kidnapped or murdered, her phone, cards, ID, and keys sitting neatly beside it as she slipped out her window and towards the busier streets.
Hitchhiking was easy enough. She was cute, cars stopped, it didn’t take her long to get out of the city and then out of the state, making her way North until she hit Kentucky.
Truck stop diners didn’t ask a lot of questions either, offered to pay in cash so long as she showed up and didn’t give them any trouble. The cash she already had took care of the deposit for a cheap, small apartment. Second hand stores furnished it, and, for the time, she was content.
Her regulars tipped well enough, a couple were even kind enough to keep the rowdier ones in line. With no paper trail, she was feeling pretty good about not being found any time soon and it was a weird feeling. She finally felt...free.
