CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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When I get downstairs, my bag slung over my shoulder, ready to leave him for good, I remember he told me he is scared of me leaving him. Somehow, I doubt that. He does everything that makes me want to leave him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him sit down with his head buried in his palm. As I am about to open the door, he shoots up and runs towards me. He grabs my arm.

"Please don't leave me! I'm so sorry."

"No, Don, you need time alone to think on how to treat me. Well, that's if you get the second...