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warnings: implied verbal abuse.
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Valerie
I quickly opened the door to my room and went in. I wasn't able to calm down until I closed and locked it. When I finally did, I leaned against the door and slowly slid down. Bringing my knees closer to my body, I finally, let a tear slide down my cheek.
It had started with a snide comment from dad, about an article he read in the newspaper this morning.
"Everyone seems to want to have higher taxes these days, what good would that do, ey?"
I had retaliated, and it ended in an ugly argument about taxes and health care and human rights. It only ended when I stormed up to my room, leaving my dinner half-finished. It had been the cherry on top of an already miserable couple of months.
Still feeling hungry, I stood up and walked towards my desk - about to open a drawer where I had a couple of granola bars for these exact situations - when I saw a folded up piece of paper on my desk. Sure it didn't belong to me, I picked it up and unfolded it, immediately realizing that it was a letter.
Dear Valerie
I'm sorry I wasn't able to tell you this in person, but I'm running away from Beacon Hills. Please don't be worried about me. I'm going to be fine. I just can't stay here, and no matter what you do, don't tell anyone that I contacted you.
I know there is a lot of stuff that has happened lately that has confused you. You are right in your suspicions that there's something bigger going on that you don't know about, but unfortunately, that's all I can tell you.
Don't misunderstand me, I really want to tell you, but I can't. All I can do is ask you to trust me that it is better this way. Although, I understand if you don't. I've put you through a lot lately. You deserve better than that. You deserve better than me.
Just don't blame Scott and Stiles for what's happened. They've done nothing but try and help. I was the one in the wrong and they helped me see that. Be mad at me all you want, but don't blame them.
You've been an amazing friend and it hurts to leave you behind, especially like this, but I can't stay here.
Just remember, no matter what the police or other people will try and tell you: I am okay.
