As soon as the car was started, after ensuring everyone was safely inside, Adrienne sped out of the garage, slowing to a more reasonable speed once onto the road, briefly glancing at her father who had made his way to the driveway, the anger clearly evident on his face. Adrienne could feel her left eye beginning to swell shut already. Her breathing still remained sharp and shallow. As adrenaline faded, pain began to rear its ugly head, each breath causing sharp pain across her upper back. Finally age broke the silence, her voice soft, with frequent pauses between words,” I-I’m sorry... uhm... where is your house..? I just realized I had been driving.”

She noticed the steering wheel beginning to get slick under her hands, another area of pain popping up. She glanced at it, noticing the red blood that was showing itself all over her steering wheel. She grimaced slightly, glancing at her right hand, trying to keep it out of sight, noticing several small cuts on her hand. She knew her left appeared about the same. Otherwise, she refused to acknowledge her injuries. 

If only she hadn’t dropped that bottle, everything would have been fine. Her arms and legs began to shake, the panic settling in her muscles, inhibiting even an attempt at a normal breath. She stopped at a stop sign, squeezing her eyes tightly together, before opening them, analyzing the street around her, waiting for some directions. She removed her right hand from the steering wheel, placing it on her jeans at her thigh, attempting to stop her own bleeding, as her mind drifted off. She always hoped one day things would be different, that one day she would great her father and get a hug. Back to who he was. She could feel the tears slowly beginning to leak out of her uninjured eye, which refused to stop, so she also chose to ignore it, like it wasn’t even happening. 

[@Arista]