*POTENTIAL TRIGGERS*
Ruby POV
My nail beds are raw from frantically scratching into the wooden door. I needed to get out of here. If he comes back and finds out I failed, I won't walk for a week. I couldn't keep missing this much time. People were asking questions. I was starting to run on auto-pilot for answering personal questions both at work and with my family. That is when I am permitted to see my parents. Which isn’t often.
If I had known then what I know now, I would never have told myself to keep his words or his marks a secret from my family. I was a fool to think it'd get better. I needed to leave.
I looked back at the shattered vase on the dirt floor below my feet. It was always the same vase. I didn’t know where he kept finding the exact same vase, but I hated the design,
