Disclaimer: Totally not mine. Wished it was tho... sigh... Only thing that belongs to me is Cassandra (and Tom). And the crazy idea that started all this. Drat those SIMS!
A/N: Anything in italics represents thought.
Chapter 5
Abby drove on... her radio station had died, so she found another one. It was an alternative station, playing what were more or less now considered 'classic' songs... a lot of Nirvana, Pumpkins, Oasis and the like. She was amazed at just how many songs she remembered fondly, and sung along with almost all of them. Her spirits felt somewhat better, although she was far from being fine. Of course... she'd made her own plans when she first left, and she was determined to carry them out in their entirety.
She knew that everyone would probably be looking for her now... she had been smart. Not many people knew about her freezer fund. It had been something she'd started after being escorted out of a bank one evening, when the tellers had taken one look at her Goth attire and had gotten worried. The very night she had met Cassandra. Cass had been the one to laugh when she saw Abby being hauled out of the bank, and when she'd turned to ask her what was so damn funny, there stood a girl who could have been her mirror image, almost. Cass told her then and there; "start a freezer fund! Tell no one... just save some cash and stuff it in the back of the freezer. Then, when you need cash quick, you don't have to deal with assholes like these guys." Abby had smiled and admired her ingenuity. They ended up heading off to a Second Cup, and getting better acquainted over coffee. They were best friends ever since.
I wonder if Cass remembers the freezer fund. Or if she realizes I still do it?
Abby figured she was safe. Since it became a habit, she always had extra cash handy. And resources, she had plenty of those, too. She thought back to the quick call she'd made from the payphone outside the diner. She'd been smart enough to leave her cell at home, and was relying on crackly payphones in remote locations to seek out the people she needed. She was a woman on a mission... and nothing was going to stop her.
She allowed her mind to drift as she drove... she'd chosen every back road she could find to get to her destination; the scenery was so damn pretty. She sighed deeply. She felt slightly bad about doing this... but they only would have tried to stop her, and quite frankly, she was tired. She was so damn tired, and she wanted this. She was choosing this, to hell with the consequences! She was a big girl now, and she wanted this more than anything. She would have it. Hell or high water... she would have it.
Abby drove on, into the night...