After doing the report, things made sense. The police found the suspects, but they needed to catch them. I knew that Chad’s enemy hired them.

After leaving, he said, “Okay.” “What?” I asked. He told me he would let me stay. “I live here. You can do whatever you want.” I was about to agree.

Chad said, “Your parents know. Don’t you want to go home?” I felt a stab in my heart. Chad knew more about my parents than me. They were always busy and forgot my birthday. I even did badly so they would show up; they would show up and give me attention. After a while, I started giving myself birthdays. I grew up alone, and then I met Chad.

I looked up and saw him block a ball from hitting me. The sunlight shone on him, and I fell in love. He said, “Be careful.” I was shy and ran away.

I started paying attention to him, and I knew he had a girlfriend. But they were only childhood friends. I liked him in secret. If we ran into each other, I’d blush. I knew that I wouldn’t be in control of my marriage.

So when I found out that I would marry Chad, I was happy. My parents liked him and talked to him more. Last time, they didn’t let me get a divorce. “He’s kind and can help you. Don’t push us.” After seven years, I had to hurt myself before they let me get a divorce.

Now, I wanted to change. I didn’t want to go home. I took the phone and put my number in, calling it. When I heard the ring, I gave the phone back. “Text me. I’ll see you soon.” I waved and left. I never gave him another look.