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chapter 3

Last chapter ending:

In that moment, I knew I had to do this for myself, not just for the girl who lost her brother but for the woman who needed to find her own path again.

I moved toward the door with purpose, heart pounding in my chest as I reached for the handle. A mixture of fear and excitement coursed through me as I got out of the bedroom

Cause I'm getting the fuck out of here tonight

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I tiptoed toward the closet, heart racing with each step. The dim light from the streetlamp outside barely illuminated the room, but I knew where everything was. I pulled the door open, wincing at the creak of the hinges, and quickly started tossing clothes into a small backpack. A couple of shirts, a pair of jeans, and my favorite hoodie, each item felt like a lifeline.

But then something caught my eye a glint of silver peeking out from behind a jacket. I reached in and pulled out his Rolex. The watch was sleek and expensive, a stark contrast to everything else in this cramped space. It felt wrong to take it, but a surge of defiance washed over me. He had never truly appreciated what he had; maybe it was time for me to claim something for myself.

I slipped the watch into my bag, feeling its weight as if it were a talisman of my newfound freedom. With that small act of rebellion fueling my resolve, I closed the closet door and turned toward the kitchen.

The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. I moved stealthily, keeping an ear out for any signs of him stirring awake. My stomach grumbled as I opened the pantry door and grabbed a few snacks, some granola bars, and a couple of apples.

But I needed more than just food for this journey; I needed to protect myself. My gaze drifted to the knife block on the counter. It seemed excessive, but after everything that had happened lately, I felt an instinctual urge to be ready for anything.

I grabbed a sturdy chef's knife and tucked it into my bag alongside the snacks, feeling empowered with each addition. The cool metal felt reassuring in my hand, a reminder that I could take control.

With everything packed and my heart pounding with adrenaline, I glanced around one last time at the kitchen, the place where so many meals had been shared, so many memories made. But tonight, it felt like a goodbye.

I took a deep breath and headed back toward the front door

Just as I reached the front door, my foot caught on the edge of a rug, sending me sprawling to the floor. I felt a jolt of pain as I knocked into a small table, and the vase perched on it went tumbling down, shattering into a million pieces. The sound echoed in the silence of the night, a shattering reminder of my reckless escape.

Panic surged through me as I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. I was about to dart for the door when a voice sliced through the tension behind me.

"Take one more step, and I won't be held responsible for my actions."

It was him, his voice low and menacing. I could feel his presence looming just behind me, a mix of anger and something darker that sent chills down my spine.

I slowly turned my head to see him standing there, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. The shadows cast by the dim light made him look even more imposing. My heart raced, I had thought I could slip away unnoticed, but now it felt like I was caught in a web.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his tone icy. "Did you really think you could just leave?"

I could feel the weight of the knife in my bag and the Rolex pressing against my side, a reminder of what I had taken and what was at stake. My mind raced with options: fight or flee? But deep down, I knew that this moment would define everything.