Jack was feeling down. He needed a change. Life was suffocating. He thought about booking a flight, but he was not used to doing that. His assistnat took care of all things for him. She might book him a flight and keep it a secret from his girlfriend initially. But eventually she would break and spill the beans. If Jack wanted to get away and truly feel free from his daily life he had to run away on his own.

He wouldn't run away for good. Just needed some time off was all. He would return. He left his phone and walked to the nearest car rental. He arrived about an hour later at a 

Hertz

rental. Since he got rich a few years ago he had driven nothing but Bugatti's and Lambourghinis. When the employee asked what type of car he was looking for he replied, "something not flashy."

He ended up with a

Toyota

Corolla. White. He rolled out of there and traveled east. He was sick of the west coast. Wanted to go somewhere with real people. He liked driving this non descript car. The white color made it feel even less flashy. In it he felt less buff. He almost forgot that he had 17.5 inch biceps.

Five hours later when he stopped for

gas

in the desert he wondered what his girlfriend thought. By now she would wonder where he was. This is why he left his phone. So that he wouldn't be tempted to look at her texts. Didn't want to get emotionally manipulated into returning. If he had his phone on him he would probably go back and lie. Never tell his girlfriend that he had been running away in the first place. If she found out she would probably kill herself.

Or at least try to. She had threatened it before. This was back when their relationship was rocky. He had wanted to stop bulking up. Stop making videos. Live a quiet life together out of the camera. But she wanted more. Back then Jack spoke like a regular person. But whenver he opened his mouth they would get into an argument. She would thrash the house and throw things at him. One day he told her that they should break up. He thought it would be easy. But she grabbed a knife and went to stab herself in the stomach. He had to rush and stop her.

"Never leave me. I'll die without you."

Since then Jack spoke little. Almost nothing to the girlfriend. The only person he would utter words to his assistant. He felt like she understood.

This is why Jack felt bad about leaving now. Deep down he felt like he was committing murder.

The gas nozzle clicked to let him know it was full. Some people liked to maximize the amount of gas per fill up. After the click they would wiggle the nozzle and shake it trying to get even more fuel in the tank. According to some 

youtuber

that was bad for your car. So Jack put the nozzle back. Then he got back on the road. Thinking about how he was killing his girlfriend.

Where was he headed? He didn't know. It was only a day and a half later when he realized he was only three hours a way from his hometown. It had been over ten years since he had been back there. He thought why the hell not? It was a sunny afternoon. It was Friday.