CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE

HAZEL'S POV.

My hand clung to my shorts tight, as Xander looked at me. 

I'd finally said it. I needed to leave, and stop becoming more and more wrenched apart from society. 

“You can't be serious. You want to leave? At this time? No. That's not possible.”

“Why not at this time? I've waited for so long. It has been four good years. Don't you feel pity for me even in the very least. What about the kids? Do you want them to grow up this way? Do you plan to make us stay here forever? With this kind of life? That's so unfair, Xander.”

“I'm the one...