“If I loved you less, maybe this would be easier. If I loved you less, I could walk right out the door and never look back. If I loved you less, I could be exactly who I wanted to be.” I looked at the letter I was writing to Jared and crumpled it. I knew I couldn’t leave him a note. I knew he would read the note the wrong way and everything would come tumbling back down.
He would chase after me until I came back to him. Chase after me until I fell under his spell. I couldn’t let him win. I needed to get out of the house we shared and I needed to get out soon. I couldn’t be here any longer and couldn’t smell his cologne anymore. Sometimes all it took was one whiff and I couldn’t control myself. He must be what drugs feel like.
I scrambled to pick up every single bag at the same time, left my house key on the counter and tried to run out the back door. I knew the alley would provide a faster and easier escape than trying to leave in front of all the nosy neighbors. My hands started to shake as I got closer to the county line. Once I crossed the line, it would be the furthest away from Jared I had ever been. I just hoped I could make it. That he wouldn’t find me as quickly as he did last time.
Standing Room Only 