Scarlet
The moment I told my parents I needed to leave town, they didn’t question me. They didn’t tell me to tough it out or pretend it never happened. They didn’t scold me for getting involved with Damien in the first place. Instead, they simply looked at me, their eyes heavy with something I couldn’t quite place—regret, maybe, or sorrow—and they nodded.
My father made a call that night, his voice hushed but firm, while my mother packed a bag for me. An hour later, we were in the car, driving through the darkened roads that led away from town. The silence between us was thick, but not uncomfortable. It was a silence that held understanding, a silence that spoke louder than any words could.
I stared out the window, watching as the familiar streets disappeared behind us. The further we d
