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Denise had parked her VW close to the stables. I threw my suitcase into the back seat and got in.
“Thanks, Denise. I owe you big time.”
“Please don’t make me regret this, Tylar.”
“It’s what I have to do, Denise. Trust me. I need to get away from him.”
“Where are you going to go, darlin'?”
“I'm not sure, Denise. I'll figure it out when I get to the bus station. I don’t want to make you any more of an accomplice than necessary, although I really think Trey could not care less. He’s back with Charlotte.”
“Honey, he's just trying to make you jealous. He doesn’t care anything about her. Hell, she got on his nerves the 15 minutes I saw her at the hospital that one day. He finally got her to leave. She’s a pain in the ass to him.”
“Evidently, not as big of a pain as I am, then.”
“I really think that you’re over-reacting, Ty.”
“Denise, he fired Mark for no reason at all; he's cast me out to the plantation, working with Jenna. He wants me to quit. I'm obliging him. He wins; I lose. I can live with that.”
“What about the rest of your stuff?”
“I was gonna ask you if you'd pack it up for me? Once I get settled, I'll send money to you so that you can ship it to me. Would you do that, please?”
“Of course, darlin’. You know that I will.”
We'd reached the Greyhound Bus station. Denise got out and retrieved my suitcase from the back seat, handing it over to me. I set it down and gave her a big hug.
“Thanks again, Denise. I'll be in touch.”
“Take care, Ty.” She watched me as I went into the terminal. I was glad that she'd not come inside with me. It was better if she didn’t know my destination. I went over to the ticket window.
“May I help you?” the ticket agent asked.
“One ticket for Atlanta, please.”
“That will be $57.”
I handed him my money.
“That will be Bus 451 departing from Gate D in about 45 minutes.”
I went over to a bench near Gate D. I looked at my ticket. It looked like with all the stops and one transfer, I'd arrive in Atlanta around 10 a.m. tomorrow morning. I fished for my cell phone in my purse and called Gina.
“Hey girlfriend, I thought I was supposed to call you next?” she greeted me.
“Gina, I'll be in Atlanta at the bus station around 10 tomorrow morning. Can you pick me up then?”
“Absolutely,” she answered. “What happened?”
“I’ll tell you all about it once I get there, okay? Can I stay with you for a little while, until I figure out what I’m going to do?”
“Don’t worry, we’ll figure it all out together, okay?”
“Okay, Gina,” I said, my voice cracking. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Hang in there, babe. Ian and I are here for you, got that?”
“Thanks,” I sniffled.
