Running to Your Arms

A man and a woman's sudden coming blocking the doorway had me almost screamed to the top of my lungs.

The woman is clearly, Nora.

Judging by their droopy eyes, they are probably high on drugs again.

Nora had a past case of drugs abuse, it must be it, I assumed.

I pushed them away at ease, anytime soon the man locked in the washroom will get his way out, every second is counted.

The white minivan is my only motivation.

In an instant I push the door lock button once I was inside. Insecurity and exhaustion messed me up for a while before I shake them away.

Adjusting the seat, my trembling hand put the key to the ignition, luckily its starts in one kick. Manual transmission isn't my best, and my driving practice is only from the few session with Samuel.

No valid driving license and it is even illegal to drive on the road