Heliophilia
(n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
To be loved is to be changed.
Arabella Dawson
Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when...
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Eleutheromania (n.) an intense and irresistible desire for freedom
Forty-five ♡︎♡︎♡ ︎Flint
"You're not going back." Arabella states. Firm and confident in her stance.
Rolling my eyes I release a sigh, move off her so I'm able to breathe. "I'm not arguing about this again."
It's been a week since the barbecue, since Arabella witnessed my dad putting me on my ass. I've stayed in her apartment the whole time, knowing it would take her awhile to accept.
Except she hasn't accepted anything and she's still very much adamant I'm never stepping foot into that house again.
The whole time I've been here we've argued about this a multitude of times. It always goes the same way. We argue for a while, go back and forth, she sighs, starts to cry, gives me a stupid fine, drops the subject until the next time she feels like arguing about it.
"Im not arguing I'm telling you." She narrows her eyes, sits up in her bed, back against the head rest. "You're not going back. Ever."
Sitting up, back to her, I pinch the bridge of my nose, will myself to breathe and not get angry because I don't want to scare her.
Never again do I plan on raising my voice at her, once was enough to last me a lifetime. Never again do I plan on having her flinch around me, jump out of her skin because she's scared of me.
I don't want to be that person. Not with her.
"It's where I live Bella, I have to go back at some point." I try to reason. Turning my head over my shoulder to look at her.
"But it's not your home." She shouts, raises her hands. Pull a face that says 'why can't you understand that?'
You're my home. I wish to tell her, but I don't. Instead I say nothing because what am I supposed to say?
I know it's not my home but if I don't go back he'll call the police and that'll make this a bigger mess than it needs to be.
The last time I tried to stay away for longer than two weeks I had a search party out looking for me. And that when I was finally found, at a bus station 23 miles away and dragged back home I had the living shit beat out of me.
I got so badly beaten that Navy had to anonymously dump me at the hospital in the next town over. I had a concussion, internal bleeding, 3 broken ribs, a broken nose, a broken wrist, and a twisted ankle.
