She finally has a way out.

Samara drove Vixxen to a large city nearby that had a bus stop, which involved a long and quiet drive.

Samara had questions as to what happened, and why Vixxen’s dad came to beating her, selling her into prostitution and fucking her. She had known him at church as a nice older man and seemingly decent man and father. And **** his own daughter? Samara said quite emphatically that he should be shot for that.

Vixxen knew that such answers would involve more of what had happened than she wanted anyone to ever know, but she told her friend the truth.

Fucking her dad, fucking her uncle and her grandfather. All of the men her father sold her to, the guys from school, her preacher, and their coach from school.

Samara was angry, “fuck Vixxen, that motherfucker did all that, and he still beat you and **** you? We can’t just let this go.”

But Vixxen insisted, the police would never believe her. And she had probably fucked forty men or more for money in a relatively small town. There was no future for her here.

The didn’t speak much more on the way to the bigger town and the bus station. Vixxen processed her sadness, and Samara was too angry to speak.

When they pulled up to the large bus station, Samara parked and started to go in with her but Vixxen stopped her. “You can’t come in with me, you cannot know where I go from here. It is the only way he won’t find me.”

With sadness, Samara gave her friend a hug and watched her leave, starting the long drive back home, preparing for the questions her parents might have if they found out she skipped school.

All of this would be for nothing if she told them what actually happened, and where she dropped Vixxen off at. Samara was upset, but get better thinking about watching Vixxen’s dad getting his ass kicked.

Vixxen paid cash for a ticket to Texas, where she had a close friend who moved away two years before. It was as good a place as any to start over.

She had a good breakfast, and then got on the bus and settled in for a long slow drive across the country. She drifted off to sleep and hoped to dream of happier times ahead.