I come from a long line of women who abandoned their families and responsibilities and ran away. So it should surprise no one that I did the same. I was simply doing what my blood made me do. It was genes that propelled me out of town.
Unlike the rest of the females though, I was running away to escape family. Sort-of. The person I was escaping was my mother’s abusive husband.
“We’re here, miss,” the taxi-driver announced to me.
And sure enough there it was, the exit of Delfino.
I got out of the taxi and waited for the man to unload my bag.
“Is someone coming to pick you up?”
“He’ll be here in a second.”
“Do you need me to wait with you?”
“No, thank you. Forget we ever met. You drove around all evening but never got any passengers. Understood?”
The man’s eyes glazed off as a result of my mind control.
“You may leave.”
As soon as he disappeared from sight, I crossed over the line dividing Delfino from the ordinary world.
I was free at last.
My fiancé, Sinjin waited for me on the other side.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Never been surer about anything in my life.”
It was a lie. I was terrified. And angry. I wanted a home. I wanted love. I wanted family. I certainly didn’t want to run away to get it. Which eighteen-year-old runs away from home? Surely by that age people outgrow running away?
“Well then, here we go.”
We got into the car and drove away from everyone and everything I had.