Turning Point by Deborah Busby

Author:Deborah Busby [Busby, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-12-20T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

I dove behind the wheel of my car, terrified that Derek was going to chase me out of the house. I locked all of the doors, held the key between my fingers, and fished around in the darkness for the ignition.

I couldn't find it in my panic.

"Dammit!" My hands were shaking too badly; I would never get the car going. Just when I had given up hope, the key slipped into its hole and turned. The engine roared to life. I backed out of the driveway quickly, rocks flying everywhere. Although I saw no sign of my husband, it didn't stop the terror in my heart.

I had struck Derek.

I’d hit him back.

I finally snapped and threw a boot at his head.

As I came to the stop sign at the end of my street, I pulled down the visor and took a quick moment to examine my face in the tiny, lighted mirror. My upper lip was swollen and there was a small gash where my teeth had cut into the skin from the impact with his elbow. The bleeding had stopped but still looked ugly. I looked ugly. My eyes were deep recesses in my face, accentuated by dark circles under my eyes. My hair was matted against my head where I’d been laying on my pillow.

Landon was right. I looked like a prisoner of war.

"What the hell!" I screamed, tears forming in my eyes. "Why do I let him do this to me? No more!" I began pounding on the steering wheel. "No... more!"

I sat at the stop sign for an indeterminate amount of time, trying to calm down. I glanced back over my shoulder…no Derek. It’s okay. He’s not coming after you.

I looked one way and then the other. I didn't know which way to turn. I didn't know where I was going to go. All I knew was that I had to get out of there.

Hannah's house was out of the question. I certainly didn't need to hear the inevitable, "I told you so."

I could have gone to the bookstore but if Derek came looking for me, that’s the first place he would check.

Therefore, without any particular destination in mind but needing to make a decision on which direction to turn, I clicked on the blinker, signaling a left turn...and changing my mind at the last minute, turned to the right. I spent the next thirty minutes or so, driving through the streets with no purpose and no direction.

I remembered a game my mom played with me when she was teaching me how to drive. I turned the radio on and when I came up to a stop, I'd randomly change the station. If a song was playing, then I went straight. If it were a commercial, then I would turn the car to the right. And if the station played the news, I would turn left.

The game was fine, at first, but it only worked as a distraction, not as a solution. The longer I drove, the more upset I became.

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