Bad girls get punished.

I was packing. To go where, I had no idea. I couldn't visit my parents. They would talk about Ian. They always did. And right now, that isn't what I needed. I needed some peace and quiet.

I grabbed my duffle bag, and quickly ran down the stairs. Hailing the first cab that came my way, I was on my way to the airport.

"How may I help you?" The man at the tickets counter asked, his voice bored.

"Which is the  next flight?"

"To?"

"Anywhere," I answered, probably sounding crazy. Hell, I felt crazy.

He looked at me in surprise. "We have a flight to...