Girls fight

Camille's POV 

Turn around, Camille.  

I ignored the tiny voice in my head and dragged my bag down the road to Megan's place. I would stay there, get my phone working, and call Gav to come get me out of this place.  

Dad would come to his senses in a few days. He loved me right? He would accept what I wanted. He had to. 

You left him crying, the tiny voice accused.  

"He wasn't crying," I said grumpily. "And he was yelling at me. I'm not staying when all he's going to do all night is yell at me anyway." 

I learned from experience. The night I crashed into a girl with the car he got me for my birthday barely a year ago. I was already burdened with anger at the girl for ruining what was supposed to be a fun night.  

And guilt for nearly killing someone. I didn't think