Leave.

Your body shakes violently as the realization fully sets in. You managed to get away from that horrible house. You are that close to freedom. But, still life finds a way to make it that much worse. You look down and sob as your father's semen slowly drips out of you into your panties.

Your body starts moving on it's own as you clean yourself and redress. You leave the bathroom and head towards the counter to get your ticket so that you can leave this ever growing hell. On the way out your father sees you and blows you a kiss. Oblivious to who you are and what horrible event just took place. Your body moves you forward though.

At the counter the bored looking woman just keeps flipping through her book, waiting for you to **** her to talk. Your eyes scan the screen above her looking for any tickets that are in your price range:

Chicago - $50

Indianapolis - $75

New York - $200

?!=:÷( ×[=)# - $100

What is wrong with that last one?