Y/n POV!! ↵
I ran to my room and started to pack my things. Throwing everything I could into bags. This was what I get for acting out. I should've controlled myself. The regret was painful. I knew I couldn't have controlled it if I tried without my medication but I still hated myself for doing it. After I had gotten as much as I could into my bags, I zipped them up and placed them by the door. I decided to not leave without saying something, so I pulled out a pen and papers. I wiped my tears away but they kept coming. I quickly wrote my letters and left them on my dresser for the Fairchild children. I took my bags and ran out of my room, hauling them through the house. I started to cry hard again as I ran past Miles's door. The group of boys were coming up the stairs as I was running down. "Woah woah woah!" ("Do what you always do, start talking.") Richie stopped me. I tried to push past them but they wouldn't let me. "Where are you going?" Mike asked softly. "Home. Miles doesn't want me here anymore." I hiccuped after, wiping my eyes. There were angered mumbles throughout the group I couldn't understand. "Well, you should stay anyways." Tyler spoke. "F-fuck that!" I shouted, pushing past them. "Hey wait!" They followed me down the staircase. I heard a door open and my heartbeat quickened, as did my pace. I was sprinting, lugging my suitcase behind me. My arms hurt but I ran to the horses. Should've called a taxi first. I found the rope Miles had used weeks ago and untied it, tying it to my bags. I slung the rope over the horse and pulled myself on. "Don't leave! Please!" I turned to the new voice. "Flora I- I have to go..." I looked down. "Don't! Don't leave me here!" Her screams we're becoming full of anger and sadness. "Flora! I have to go!" I hit the reigns and rode away from the scene. People yelling after me.
