“Mila, look I know you need a place to stay...but I am not staying in town, so I will drop you off at a buddies.” Shaking my head and silently pleading him not to leave me with a man I didn’t know “Mila look at me when I speak, please.” Slowly lifting my head he motions me to follow him to his black car. I’m not much of a car person but I know it is a Toyota Camry. Once inside I turn my head to look at him. “Jace, my buddy barely lives there. Right now he is in England for business and won't be back till you are in Florida with me. You will live alone for about a year and start looking for your own apartment. All I can do is nod my head at him. We drive in comfortable silence for about 20 minutes. We stop at my parents house and he tells me to grab my stuff and throw it in the back. I only have a bag of stuff from my life at William’s house. He never let me get anything new and I had lost an ungodly amount of weight that most of my clothes didn’t even fit. I’ve been away now for a few months now and have been able to gain some back. Mom also took me shopping so I now have a suitcase and another bag of my possessions. I go to the bathroom to take one last sweep of the room. As my eyes skim the sink they land on my body. I look into the mirror and finally see myself again. I am nothing special and really just average. I never understood why William chose me, he was way out of my league. I think that made it easier for me to let him hurt me because I thought he was the best I could do. My reflection shows my darkish brown hair that just passed my shoulders thrown in a ponytail cause otherwise it is just a mess. My eyes travel to themselves and I stare at the chocolatey brown orbs that are framed with bushy eyebrows. My eyelashes are nothing special. My cheeks have always been a shade pinker than most so it looks like I am forever blushing, my lips are a bit plumper too. I finally look at my scar covered forearm from self abuse when I was a teenager. Then to my average sized 34 C chest. I have thick thighs and a little food bump from my weight gain. My ass isn’t anything to talk about either. I have a what’s called “rectangle” shaped ass. So like I said, average. Realizing I’m taking too long I grab my stuff and head back to the car throwing it into the trunk. Once I get in the car Michel drives another 20 minutes away from the only ‘home’ I’ve ever known and to a new one where I have to deal with my own feelings alone and by myself with no one to protect me.