It seemed like a good idea at the time.... all i had to do was go in, pack my stuff and leave this place. i had enough money to last me a week... maybe two if i used it well enough. all i wanted to be was free of all this pain and hurt that drew was causing me. Right now he was probably strewn across the couch and so drunk that he wouldn't notice if the house was set ablaze. i went in silently and took all my belongings and left the hellhole i was forced to call home for the 16 years of my pathetic life. i was now ready to leave it all behind and start afresh. i hopped into the driver seat of my black pick up truck and drove off leaving my past life back with that asshole past out on the couch.
