I said that I would do it. I made a promise. She was scared when it happened but there was hope that things would be all right. I lied. I don’t like lying. It’s not my nature. However, that scared part of me decided that it would be better to lie than to face the truth.
One thing about lies is that you, in the end, always have to face the consequences of the lie. I don’t know what’s going to happen to her. If my friends ask, I’ll say that I stayed and helped. However, I know the truth. I’ll run. It’s what I’ve always done. I guess that it’s what I’ll always do.