The only thing I could hear as I ran to the house was the fast beating of my heart.
I didn't hear the cars speeding down the road, I didn't hear the people walking and talking beside me, I didn't hear the cars horn because they were all in a rush.
What I could hear was the rapid beating of my heart because of how scared it was.
Not only did I run away from the house, I also didn't come back for a whole day
Aren't that just great?
Of course I have a good explanation, but I'm not sure she would believe it.
I mean, how would she believe me when I tell her that her husband tried to rape me, so I ran out of the house, visited my parents, fainted on the way back, was taken to the hospital by some unknown guy, and slept for 26 freaking hours?!
Yeah, I wouldn't believe myself either.
The hospital wasn't exactly near the house. So I had to run for an hour and half without stopping.
Talk of an early Sunday exercise.
