It was tense. You had just been picked up and you could tell how desperately she wanted to ask you questions… she wanted to know where you were… who you were with… why you didn’t contact her.

Nevertheless you had already decided she was not to be told.. she couldn’t possibly understand, even you weren’t sure you completely understood at this point.

You could feel her eyes burning into you with worry and You didn’t blame her for feeling that way, your thighs littered with bruises, you hair messy and unkempt and you clothes tattered.

no belongings. Just one single backpack you clutched in your lap.