Time to leave
It had been months since she’d left , and she was finally feeling like she had a handle on what had happened. She didn’t think she’d ever not feel betrayed, but she could deal. It was time to leave. She couldn’t cower at the Keep anymore. The only thing that being inactive was going to do for her anymore was drive her to drink, and she was already battling the temptation. Her hands, her mouth and throat had been reminded of the motions, of the feelings, of being able to ignore her problems while drinking, the false sense of security. She didn’t need to add anymore temptation to it.
She wasn’t sure when her Da was getting back, but she’d leave him a note if she didn’t see him before she left. She had made arrangements to fly back to the US and just needed to confirm her flight, and finish packing her clothes. She’d head to New York, to Manchester, and figure things out from there. She just needed to take it one step at a time.
She wasn’t sure when her Da was getting back, but she’d leave him a note if she didn’t see him before she left. She had made arrangements to fly back to the US and just needed to confirm her flight, and finish packing her clothes. She’d head to New York, to Manchester, and figure things out from there. She just needed to take it one step at a time.