Rafe has never been the greatest, I thought our problems would be solved when we had a child,.

But it didn’t.

He was abusive, I loved him to much to leave. I didn’t have a choice, I did everything to please him.

This time, it wasn’t for me, it was for our baby. I could never have Rafe abuse our child, I had to protect our kid.

It was too hard to breathe in this household, it was crushing me into pieces. I couldn’t possibly manage any longer with Rafe.

Which is why tonight, I had turned off my location, took our baby and escaped.

Packing baby clothes, blankets, food, money, everything I thought of that could fit in the car.

The cold air brushed against my skin, as I covered the baby with blankets.

Gosh, I didn’t know if this was an idiotic move or not. I just couldn’t be there with Rafe anymore.

My quiet footsteps pressed against the pavement as I opened the car door shoving everything in.

Homeless. I faced the reality of this, there was no going back-My hands shook as I turned on the car with the baby in the carseat.

Hours had passed, this was far enough from Rafe for now, wasn't it? Messages appeared onto my phone, they were just words but I could hear the anger with Rafes voice.

"Where are you and the baby?"

"Answer now."

"Where. is. the. car."

Trembling with fear, panicking. Shakily shoving my phone back into my pockets, sighing. When will this ever get better?

Securing the car, making sure everything was locked, I climbed into the backseat to sleep. The fears had gotten into my head, what would happen if I went back?