Ciara's POV
Once outside, I pulled my clothes back down and acted as if I hadn't just been seconds away from death. That woman was incredibly strong; I wouldn't be surprised if she took boxing classes.
Drawing sharp breaths, my head throbbing, I hailed a taxi and gave the driver my location. As I got in, I collapsed into the seat, my head placed against the headrest.
What a stupid night, but at least I got something out of it. Thinking about the check I had stashed deep into my purse, a broad smile spread across my lips, ignoring the pain that radiated throughout my body.
With this check, I could finally leave town, forget about my parents, my stupid abusive ex-boyfriend Jared, Vulcan, and his miserable life. I could go somewhere far away, where I could be independent and breathe fresh air, but not without aborting the fetus growing inside me.
"Ma'am, we're here," the taxi driver announced, snapping me out of my reverie.
Y'all don't even leave me a comment. I'm so down now.