...she closed the door behind her and slipped off into a life empty of his contact. Never again would she have to hear those words yelled at her. No more would she know the physical pain as he grabbed her arm and forced it in directions he controlled. She had finally had enough, and she was through with him, she thought.
She pulled the door quietly till it clicked behind her, and she moved forward into her freedom. The tears running down her red cheeks were an odd mix of fear and relief. But she pressed ahead into the dark night, not sure where she was going.
She just knew she was running from him. Forever.
She didn't realize that she was also running from something deep within herself. It was a part of her, of who she was, and wherever she was going, it was going too.
It would be a long night.