Katherine Doyle stormed out of the house, duffel bag thrown over her shoulder. At just 16 years old she was on her own. Damn religious parents. She’d though they were going to be gone for the weekend, but then they’d come home early, caught her in bed, naked, with a boy from school. Horrified to realize that their teenage daughter was no longer a virgin and had no regrets, that’s when the yelling had started. Their house, their rules, they’d said. They’d told her she could obey those rules or leave. Kat had chosen to leave.
At least it was summer, since now the 5’5” 110 pound teenager was walking down the side of the highway, at 11pm, all alone. Dressed hurriedly in a pair of dark jeans and a burgundy tank top, she’d slapped her well loved, battered leather jacket on and slammed her feet into her beloved combat boots. Her rustic mahogany hair was tied back in a snug tail, and her pale eyes glared at the world as she walked.
To be honest, Kat had no idea where she was going to go, or what she was going to do. She had her duffel bag that she’d packed in a hurry, and a couple hundred bucks from the job she’d had, at her father’s insistence.
She knew her parents were disappointed in her, she wasn’t exactly the ideal preacher’s daughter. She drank underage, she partied a bit, she fight a little, and now she had sex. Which was apparently the last straw for her parents. But Kat was nothing if not stubborn, she would go toe to toe with them in an argument and when they gave her an ultimatum she didn’t hesitate. Now here she was stalking down the road, with no clue where she was gonna go.
At least it was summer, since now the 5’5” 110 pound teenager was walking down the side of the highway, at 11pm, all alone. Dressed hurriedly in a pair of dark jeans and a burgundy tank top, she’d slapped her well loved, battered leather jacket on and slammed her feet into her beloved combat boots. Her rustic mahogany hair was tied back in a snug tail, and her pale eyes glared at the world as she walked.
To be honest, Kat had no idea where she was going to go, or what she was going to do. She had her duffel bag that she’d packed in a hurry, and a couple hundred bucks from the job she’d had, at her father’s insistence.
She knew her parents were disappointed in her, she wasn’t exactly the ideal preacher’s daughter. She drank underage, she partied a bit, she fight a little, and now she had sex. Which was apparently the last straw for her parents. But Kat was nothing if not stubborn, she would go toe to toe with them in an argument and when they gave her an ultimatum she didn’t hesitate. Now here she was stalking down the road, with no clue where she was gonna go.