Beatrice
In the handbook of how to run away from a man after getting dumped, I'm sure that the number one rule is not to run out into the wilderness at night in high heels and a ballgown. I realize my mistake when I roll down a muddy hill and crash into a tree about halfway down.
"Sonofabitch!" I yell into the night. My ankle is badly sprained, and my shoes have flown off into the night.
All around me are trees and probably all kinds of bugs. I'm sure that Cole isn't going to send anyone out to find me, so it looks like I'm stuck here for the night.
"At least it's not raining," I say out loud.
Then, it starts to rain.
It's not a misty kind of rain. It's a torrential downpour kind of rain.
"I know. I know. I deserve this," I say. I don't know who I'm talking to, but I have a lot to g
