Thirteen

ELLEN

The heavy downpour that shook the rooftop, and almost the foundation didn't seem to have an effect on Zach's mood.

He had always loved the rain, and the smell of it, as it hit the ground, but not tonight. He was visibly angry, and I was shaken with the cold.

"You can't leave." He repeated for the umpteenth time that night.

I wasn't perturbed by his little show of authority. However, my mind was made up already, and there was nothing he could do to change it. I was leaving.

"You can't stop me, you do know that, right?" I informed.

I could see his eyes almost spitting out matching flames with his countenance. I was ready to defy him on this matter.

"I'm not going to let you leave, Ellen." He insisted.

I didn't argue anymore, as I dug my head into my work; selecting clothes to go along with on my trip.

I could see him seething from the corners of my eyes. I wish I could stay though, but I couldn't stay anymore. There wasn't much of a choice.