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ANNABELLE.

The need to break something doesn't fade. It doesn't leave. It sticks with me like a shadow, furthering agitation, aggravation and my slipping self control as I recall their obnoxiously gorgeous faces.

I was no coward when it came to confrontation but Goddess if I didn't feel like one tonight.

And that lead me here.

Shuffling through my closet for random clothes just to drop them in the black duffle bag. My anger skyrockets as my hands don't stop trembling and I fling the unfinished packed bag towards the wall and watch it fall to the ground.

My frame in toe as I growl in rage and hug my knees to my chest, burying my head into them. "I'm rejecting them and I'm not fucking running away!" I shout to no one, my fist making contact with the wooden flooring of my room in a swift but painful thud.

The connection between me and Aria is a trainwreck, she had been howling in agony since we ran away from them. Every step we took away from them was pure torture to her, whilst I stru