The day that I left was hard. Johnny had left for the evening. But by the time that I was ready to leave I knew that he would be back soon. I grabbed my coat then threw my bag over my shoulder as I bolted through the door. I saw lights sparkling up the drive. “Was he back already?” As I was ready to jump in the car, “my phone” were was it. Running with all the gumption left, I got my phone then back in the car and out the back way before he arrived.

RING … RING …. “Hello” “Hello” “Leaving isn’t the hard part it’s what comes next” After that I was scarred, I knew it was Johnny. How did he find me? I was so careful.

The love that we once shared was gone and now all I could do was run. If and when he caught up with me I knew that it would be over. Not that he abused me but that I would be obligated to return with him. Because that we were legally bound, I had no choice. If Johnny had turned it in that I had left I would be searched down and found.