By the time Marcie got back to the house, Kaden was gone. She gripped the car keys tightly and went to the back door- to find it locked. That petty little- Her phone, her keys, everything was on the floor just inside the door, and she screamed and kicked over a plant pot in her frustration. And then, lo and behold, the front door was locked too. It took her a long moment of panic and rage to remember that the car key had a garage key on it, and there was a spare house key inside the garage. Hah! Fuck you, Kaden, you shitty little garbage monster. She opened the garage and got the key, and ten minutes later she was swinging out of the street in her father’s car, finding her way towards the highway out of town so she could gun it for as long and as far as she could make it go. Who needed Kaden anyway? He sure didn’t seem to need her, he’d made that abundantly clear. Fuck him.
It was really fucking hard to drive fast and cry at the same time, though.