My actions spoke for me as I turned and walked toward the door, my heart pounding louder than his voice ever could.
The air outside was cold, biting against the fresh bruises. Each step away from the building felt like a break from invisible chains, yet the weight of what I left behind tugged at me, heavy and persistent.
I was seventeen, and this was my first step into the unknown. Not a fiery rebellion, just a quiet exit, a decision that felt both terrifying and inevitable.
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