Daddy's Little Sweetheart (Daddy 15)

Chapter Four

Nia hugged Kyla when they dropped her off the next day.

“I hope you can come to play again soon,” Nia said.

Kyla didn’t have the strength to tell her she probably would never see her again. She didn’t want all the questions. She just wanted to leave everything behind.

“Bye. Thank you for having me over.”

Nia waved as Kyla got on the elevator after Travis’s driver brought her home.

When she got to the condo, Kyla didn’t hear anything and surmised Jenna and Trey were downstairs. It was the perfect time to leave.

She hurriedly packed her bags, leaving behind the things she could easily buy when she got where she was going. She had some money saved in what she called her rainy-day fund. This type of circumstance was what she’d saved for.

She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and sat down to write a note.

Dear Trey and Jenna,

I’m sorry I didn’t stay to say goodbye, but I was afraid you’d feel obligated to try to keep me here. You guys need your space, and you can’t have that with me living here. I know you were worried about Billy using me against Jenna, so I am moving as far away as I can.

I want you both to be happy for me. I’m finally going to find my place in the world, and I’m excited about it.

I also want to wish you both the very best. I think you guys are wonderful together. Please tell our new friends that I will miss them, and I’ll get in touch when I find a place.

Would you please not come for me? It’s best this way. I’m tired of being in the way, and you’ve got to feel that way, too.

Take care and be safe.

Love, Kyla

She left the note on the counter where they would see it before she looked around one more time, picked up her bags, and walked out.

She had looked up where one of the nearest bus stations was. One was only nine blocks away. The bags might get heavy, but she could always drag them if she had to. She had to adapt to being on her own. Before Jenna came into her life, she’d lived by herself, so she knew she could do it.

She was sweating and exhausted by the time she got to the station. She looked at all the different places she could go at the counter and couldn’t decide where. She did know that she didn’t want to live in the north, where it got freezing.

“Where to, miss?”

“What bus is leaving next?”

“There’s one to Florida leaving in about five minutes.”

“I’ll take a ticket for that.”

She paid and then dragged her bags over to the bus the man indicated and handed them off to the bus driver to put below the bus. Once she got seated, she rested her head against the cool glass window. The ticket said it would take several hours to get there because they had to stop a few times.

She wasn’t worried because she wasn’t in a hurry. She had the rest of her life to plan, and she was trying to come up with enthusiasm to make plans, but she was too heartsick and tired at the moment.

She’d do it when she got to her new home.