My truck rolled to a stop as the arrow passed the E on my gas tank. I knew it was coming and had been hoping to make it a little farther from home before running out of gas. Justin wouldn’t find out I was gone for another hour and a half. If I was lucky. I had been planning my escape for weeks, but I apparently didn’t plan for the idea of getting gas. I had suspicions Justin kept the gas low in the car for this very reason – if I ever did get the nerve up to leave, I wouldn’t get very far. Access to gas stations was limited as our tiny rural town was slowly dying. In a town where everyone knew everyone else, everyone knew Justin and knew the control he had over me. But in a town where people valued their privacy, they did nothing.
I grabbed my bag out of the backseat and headed toward the nearest house. But not before checking the bruises on my face. I poked them a few times to make sure the tears would come when they were needed. All the bruises were self-inflicted, but it was the only way to send Justin to jail where he belonged. I just hoped I was far enough out of town to find someone new or someone who didn’t know Justin. That way, I would be taken seriously and the police would be called. Otherwise my brother would end up killing someone else.