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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 25:ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ

SY'RAI WELLINGTON||19

WELLINGTON HEIGHTS|| FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 25TH

It's been 3 months since I've seen or even spoken to Azai.

That day in the hospital changed everything for me going forward. I did end up losing the baby and out of fear of facing a disappointed or angry Azai, I tried to avoid meeting with him even after I was released from the hospital.

I know it wasn't fair to deny him the details of what happened but I kept reliving the moment I knew for sure that I lost the baby and I was scared he wouldn't understand.

I also kept reliving the moment I thought I lost him forever and it didn't help that after my release my parents packed up and moved us to Kingston.

I've been in Kingston for the past two and a half months with no way to contact anyone. 

They took my phone, my laptop and even disconnected the landline we usually have in the house.

They even refused to let me apply for college stating I was using it as a ploy to get in touch with Azai and they wouldn't allow it.

With Christmas being over and me passing my exams amid all that's happened, my parents refused to let me leave the house. I was basically trapped inside with nothing to do but get lost in my thoughts.

I miss him

Today's his 20th birthday and instead of being out with him and our friends celebrating like we did his previous birthdays, I was locked in the confines of this house with no way out.

The security system would alert my parents if any doors or windows were open and they didn't leave a key or tell me the code to unlock it.

Put it this way, if the house was ever to catch on fire, mi goose cook.

When I fell into a deep depression a few days after my release my mother thought it would be a good idea to have me get 'counselling' by her pastor because depression was something of the devil.

Even then I refused to speak to anyone, all I did was stare off into the void until they either gave up or I held my breath to the point where I blacked out. 

This forced them to use other measures to get me to open up. However, today felt like a good day and I had a plan.

Checking the time it was minutes to 11, I had a small bag packed with my essentials and a few snacks for the road.

For the past two weeks, I've studied the work patterns of my parents.

I knew when was the perfect time to leave and just how long it would take my parents to get to the house after the alarm was triggered so I knew I needed to move fast.

Pulling on my hoodie to cover the cuts and bruises that ran along my arms, the clock on the wall dings signalling the start of a new hour.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder I made a run for the door, I had enough emergency cash that was stashed away from when Azai used to give me more money than I knew what to do with so I didn't have to worry about how I was going to pay for stuff.