No turning back

I sank into my chair as I thought of what and what not to pack. I was in a hurry to leave but I didn't want to leave empty. I still needed some things to be sure that I wouldn't be stranded.

My eyes closed gently as I stuffed my clothes into my not-so-large bag. It was better to start packing in there before I was driven out. I didn't like the atmosphere anymore. It had become no longer conducive for me.

I turned toward my rack of clothes and sighed. I was going to leave all of these beautiful dresses because one person was seemingly weak to defend me.

Is this what you really want? I muttered, trying to talk myself out of this brash decision. Most times when things like this happen. I think the best person to consult was myself. At this point, I can be vulnerable, cry as I might but I would certainly be true to myself.

In everything that happened, I learned one dangerous lesson which was making Xander the center of my life. He knew his power over me and that was why he chose to exp