Ok. I can do this. I have had this letter written for weeks now. I just need to leave it in Dad's study and go grab the bags that I've had packed since I wrote this fucking thing. Dad should be gone for the next week or two on business. I have to do this now before I lose my confidence. I straighten my back and square my shoulders. Walking into my Dad's study, I look around, sighing. He took them all down. Every last one. I place my letter in the middle of his oak desk and walk out, still looking for any sign of my mother ever being in that room.
I run to my room and grabbed my bags. I look around the room I grew up in one last one before racing out the door and down the hall. I stop at the front door. I see our neighbor and my mother's best friend standing there. "I knew this day was coming. Ever since your father started making excuses for why you were never outside anymore or always hurt in some way." She smiled sadly. After all, I was all she had left of her best friend and I was leaving. I ran to hug her. "You were like a second mom to me. I will always love you. You did your best but you had no proof. I will keep in contact with you, just kept it a secret from everyone. I want you to know that I will be changing my name. I'll tell you everything later. Goodbye Ambria."
As I disappeared into the night I heard her whisper "Goodbye Penelope." I ran all the way to the train station 5 miles from the house. After resting and reading the schedule for the passenger trains, I decided some go to the state with mountains. Mother loved the mountains. I buy an express one-way ticket and wait for my train. New life here I come.
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so I'm hoping people find the story more interesting than the one I took down which I will be putting back up someday. Have an awesome day. Stay weird my freaks
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