(Y/n)'s POV Jeff was now asleep and I was left standing there with one apple and a growling stomach. Was this guy serious? He keeps telling me how much he cares and that I'm 'different', but then acts like an asshole just like that. I really didn't even care if he was bipolar, having a bad day or whatever other s**t. I've had enough of it. I wasn't gonna deal with this behavior anymore. He can hit me, abuse me. Hell, he can even kill me. I don't care. From now on I will not be his little property. And I'll make sure he knows that. Starting tomorrow. I ate my apple, treasuring every bite and laid down on the bed, as far away from Jeff as I could. For a while I just stared in front of myself, thoughts going trough my mind. Eventually, I drifted off. *** That night I had a lot of vivid