Abused and Bullied (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 33

     After my shift ends and I clock out, me and Eddie stay in the cafe for the next hour and a half, figuring out the specifics. He calls his cousin, who I actually know from the school, and he agrees to sell it, but is putting everything in my name; Eddie will give me the money before I leave. After I board the plane, he will have absolutely no contact with me. 

     I talk to Melanie and tell her that I'm moving out of the state tonight, and sadly will not be able to work here anymore. She gives me my paychecks in advance, and wishes me well.

     Eddie offers me a ride home, which I accept. My plane leaves tonight.

     Leaving the boys is going to hurt so bad. I've grown so used to feeling safe and secure around them; what am I going to do when that feeling is stripped away once again?

     As I get out of his car, Eddie quickly turns down the radio so he can talk. "Don't forget; I'll be here at 3:00 am. Have your stuff ready to go by then." 

     I nod my head absentmindedly, shutting his car door and walking towards the house, my cold coffee and untouched muffin in my hands. I open the door and step inside, smiling at the sound of the boys bickering in the kitchen. 

     I step around the kitchen and go straight up to the spare room, shutting the door. I lean back against the door, sighing. 

     I remember that while shopping with the boys, they had bought me two nice duffel-bags in case we were to travel anywhere. They are about to come into use, just not the way I wanted them to. I want to travel with the boys, not leave them.

     I feel my eyes start to water but I blink back the tears, setting my muffin down on the bed and my coffee onto the dresser. I grab the travel bags and starting to pack. 

     I pack my clothes first, not wanting to take too much of the stuff that they bought me. When I see that after having everything that I brought here with me already packed and still have one of the bags half full, I grab some of the more personalized things that the boys got me. 

     I take a couple of the hoodies, some pants, all of the underwear (because why the hell would they want me to leave those behind) and one of the perfumes that Zayn bought me from Bath & Body Works. I debate against it, but also stuff Liam's hoodie that he let me wear into he bag as well. Once my bags are packed, I grab them and put them in the closet, shutting the door; I can't let the boys stop me from leaving if it will put them in danger.

     Suddenly remembering something, I go to the bags from shopping, which are still sitting by the closet, and open them up. I grab the receipts from them and staple them together, setting them on the dresser for now. I plan to leave a note before I have to leave, and these can go on top of the note. 

     I grab a pen and a pad of paper from the dresser and sit down on the bed. How do I even put into words what I'm feeling right now?