Fiona’s POV

I didn’t remember how I got out of the house, I couldn't stand the chaos anymore, my eyes burned as tears loosely dripped down my cheeks.

I only knew that my father’s grip on my trembling arm had loosened for one second, and I used that second to run. The street was already dark and silent laced with only the crickets and soft windy sound but I didn’t mind the stillness of the night, I didn't mind any danger that could happen, I just knew my life was over and I needed to be ...