We pushed passed Stormy's dad even as his skin flushed with rage and the door slammed behind us.

"I hope he doesn't kill her," Stormy said gripping my hand tighter still.

"He won't but I am sure he will put the fear of God into her." I said pulling her along not knowing where we were going.

I saw my car and we shared a glance and smiled together.

"Road Trip!" we said as I drew my keys from my pocket.

The old Plymouth ate up the miles as afternoon drew on into dusk and still we drove on in a singular straight line. The radio masked the raw silence...