Brianna

Ezekiel can't fathom my leaving him just like my damn father had. They think they were god's gift to this earth and that we owe them something. I don't owe him shit.

When he planted a small kiss against my shoulder, I cringed and turned my head further away from him.

“Mr. Ezekiel, please let the girl off your lap.” David said when he said the pain expression on my face.

“Mind your fucking business.” He snapped, silent tears streamed down my face and we drove further away from everything I was familiar with around here. 

What the hell am I going to do now? Is he really going...