The road stretched like a rubber band. There was no end to it. He did not want it to end as well.
He was running away.
He was running away from it all.
He had to. He could no longer take it. The torturous thoughts and images kept coming back to him.
He pushed down the accelerator all the way to the floor. The car lurched forward like a frog towards an insect. Only that he felt like the prey.
The Cult. Yes! That is what it was. Only that it took him too long to identify that.
He should have seen the signs. He should have noticed it. How could he have been so blind to what was happening right around him?
He swerved the car left as he almost crashed into the truck coming from the opposite direction.
They say everyone has a limit. That edge on the cliff. The murder of the child was what snapped him into action.
He had to run.
He had to.
They were not going to let him live. After what he had done.
He had to put as much distance he could between him and the cult.