All she can think is of how many of those fuckers are gonna say she ran away.
Mom's gonna say she ran away. Dad doesn't give a shit, but Mom's gonna say she ran away, her teachers are gonna say she ran away, the school counselor is gonna say she ran away, the smug bleach-blonde tongue-sucking rich girls are gonna say she ran away. Jason's gonna say she ran away. Cody's gonna be all saccharin about how nobody could blame her for running away, fuck him. The cops are gonna say she ran away. If it were just her she would have ran away because fuck this town and fuck everyone in it, but she can't do that to Lucky.
It's not even a question of not being able to bear the thought of being going to hurt him. It's not even just that she'd feel too guilty. It's just - it's just the fact of the matter. She's not gonna leave her kid brother in that fucking house. She's not going to. It's not something that she has to be determined not to do. It just doesn't - compute - that she would.
WHY CAN'T SHE STOP FUCKING WALKING.