Yale's Point of View
My father had left, and it was time.
I can't do this anymore. I can't live like this.
Tears sat in my eyes before they fell down and streamed wet paths across the skin of my cheeks. I wiped them away as I sniffed and then continued to shove my clothes into my suitcase.
I swallowed as I walked over to my closet to gather another bunch of random items to just shoved them all in.
What if I leave and he finds me.
What if he...
I froze as I could hear myself breathing and then lifted my hand to cup my forehead.
Maybe I shouldn't leave. Leaving will mean war.
But staying...
Staying, will mean much worse.
I began to frantically move things around in our bedroom unfocused and confused.
I do love him but I can't-
I heard footsteps walk into our home as my eyes gre
