Kiley felt sick. She was going to throw up. Sarah had done it this time. Something that Kiley couldn’t fix for her, something she didn’t want to fix for her.

Kiley hadn’t felt this bad since, well since her Grandmother had died. It was amazing how much pain emotion could inflict, so much more than anything she’d ever felt physically.

She took in a shaky breath. I need to get home she ordered herself. She lifted up her head and walked, light-headed, to her car. I just need some sleep. Sleep without pain.

Traffic was light, driving didn’t take her concentration. As she drove, she fought to retain composure Can’t get all blurry eyed while I drive, what would Daddy say? she sobbed and wiped her face. She finally reached home and got out of the car. She didn’t remember locking the door, or even going into the house.

She sat in her bedroom, on her bed, holding her knees against her chest. I have to leave. she realized. She started packing her personal things. I’m not going to let this happen again.