She Will Run
Part 1: His hair falls in waves. Every night, she cries, she caves. Waking in a stranger's bed. With bumps and bruises on her head. She decides she's had enough. She doesn't wanna call his bluff. Running, driving fifty in a forty. She cranks it up to sixty. He was always the bad guy. She thought, just me, myself, and I. Tears streaming down her face. Life or death, now it's a race. Staying out all night. Tomorrow she'll put up a fight.








