(Mila)
After grabbing a few things from my room I quickly filled up a small satchel and walked into the living room. I noticed how Blake and Rowan looked around my old home. I could see what they were thinking and I agreed with them. It was never this small before, in fact..before it was perfect in my eyes but now..after leaving this place...after meeting him, how did I live here for so long? How did I put up with the excuses and the abuse..because now that I saw how real families interacted..that's what it was, abuse. The times he hit me or yelled and got angry. How possessive he was and controlling...I thought my dad was kind and loving but now I realized he was cold and controlling..that's all I had ever known.
After Ian checked my wound he patched me up and I slipped on one of my ol
