Betty's POV

I stepped on the accelerator and sped off.

"Bertha!!" She screamed desperately at the exit. Her appearance was dishevelled, and the cold wind blew through her hair.

She ran after me screaming. "Where are you going? It's late and dangerous."

I blocked away her pleas and just focused on the road. Despite begging me to stop she didn't order the gates to be locked.

Maybe she understood we both needed space to organise everything. The worst part was that I ...