The Masochism Tango
It had been several days since Cassie ran away. She had left a message on Teddy's phone telling him that she was all right and not to worry about her or look for her. Of course, she knew he would anyway, but she had to tell him something.
She'd spent most of the first two days sleeping. By the third day she could think more clearly and the pain in her head let up enough that she left Danny's home. She let her hair down, not to hide her identity but to cover the swollen side of her face. Her bruised face did all the hiding she needed. The only people she had to worry about recognizing her were her close friends. And she could avoid them if she had to, if not at first then after a confrontation.
Her plan for the day? See if a nearby library was open.
She'd spent most of the first two days sleeping. By the third day she could think more clearly and the pain in her head let up enough that she left Danny's home. She let her hair down, not to hide her identity but to cover the swollen side of her face. Her bruised face did all the hiding she needed. The only people she had to worry about recognizing her were her close friends. And she could avoid them if she had to, if not at first then after a confrontation.
Her plan for the day? See if a nearby library was open.