I was angry. I wanted to leave but he wouldn't come with me. I was planning to run away right after Christmas and head out to Miami to live with my father. I had been planning for months now but he was a big part in my plan. I have been crying for days. Why won't he leave with me? Was the only question I had in mind. The next day I felt sick. I was light headed and felt the need to throw up but I couldn't. He always gets home around 2:15 and text me around 3:30 but today I didn't even get a good morning text or call. I needed to leave and fast. My friends are the only people I'll miss along with my baby sister. But now it's my turn to choose whether or not to stay and wait or to run away from all the bull in my life. I lye in bed without the television on and I haven't eaten in about a week now. I don't get how no one has noticed the differences. I guess I know how much people pay attention to the people they claim to love. I don't know if I should or shouldn't go but I do know I have to see him one last time no matter my decision I'm leaving him for good. He has caused damage in my life that cannot be fixed.
