[Brielle’s POV]
For the next few days, I’m free from having to be around L due to him going on a business trip. This gives me time to try to get my feelings together and my head straight. Despite my best efforts at convincing myself that I had to have misheard something, I just can’t make the memory of that conversation go away. They’re like a merry-go-around spinning around again and again, driving me mad until finally I’ve convinced myself that escaping is for the best.
By day three, I’m packed and ready to go, but as I reach out and grab the handle of my door, I stop as I realize that even if I were to leave this place, I wouldn’t have anywhere to go. I was so dependent on L and his support that I didn’t have anyone else out there to save me from the situation I was in.
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