Lucy shoved the table forward, knocking the TV out of place & sending it crashing as the wind blew strong inside the open window. Lucy stepped back before she turned off to the side. Hate was eating her alive as if she would turn into a beast in seconds. She needed a break, she needed to get away, her once content state had vanished. Even as she heard the desperate calls of the phone, someone was trying to find her, she made sure he wouldn’t as ran faster.
She needed to breathe, alone & running was her only option.