She winced hard, actually making a quick, whimpering noise when she heard him slam the door.
By the time she got to the door she couldn't hold it back. She fell back against it and cried softly. She couldn't go home, she really did need time to think and she didn't want her dad to go after him. And she couldn't go to the cottage, she didn't want them mad at him either. She was hurt, and emotional, but she didn't want things to go farther than they needed to.
It was a few minutes, but once she pulled herself together she walked down to the next floor and found an empty apartment, falling in to one of the beds, she didn't want to be alone, but she needed to be.