Sometimes goodbye is a second chance -- Fall 1999

I couldn't believe when he just left... he wanted me to run to Austin, I was sure of it. I was not going to do that. I waited for what seemed a lifetime before moving. It seemed like it was worse than just my wrist, but that was what seemed to be hurting the worst at the moment anyways. I took a shaky breath and left to go to Lyn's house; the only place that I thought would be safe even if Austin's uncle followed me there.