The house was empty. I didn't know if I was happy or sad. They hated me but Austin would always hesitate to hurt me in front of them. It was 6 in the morning. I wore a sweatshirt and jeans and went to my fathers grave.
It was his 46th birthday. I would always visit him at his grave. I bought some flowers on the way . I brushed my fingers on the cold stone and sat near it.
" Happy birthday Daddy! I..I wish you and mom were here. I don't know how long I'll live my life like this. You would never let me marry a man like him, I know that but .."
I sighed. Even if my parents were dead . Telling about my abusive husband felt wrong. I opened my mothers diary and started reading the next few pages. After sometime I was on my way to go home.
I had left a sticky note saying ' I'm going out for
