I practically ran out to the carpark. All I knew was that I had to leave. The last lecture of the day wasn’t important enough to have to see Brodie again. The second I closed the door of the car behind me, I locked the doors. Feeling somewhat safer, I sighed a breath of relief. It wasn’t enough. I needed to be further away. I had no idea where I should even go. I didn’t want to go home, and I had nowhere else to go. I started the car and just drove. Heading north out of instinct and drove along the coast.
The Scottish coast near Inverness was, for the most part small strips of stones leading to the water’s edge. It was a place people went for active walking holidays not to sit out on the beach enjoying the sun. I tried to focus on the road in front of me and forget everything else on my
