The Last Straw

My parents were just too controlling. Everything about my life had to be just the way they wanted it, without even a hair out of place. I couldn't take it. I begged my aunt Beth to take me before I had turned 18. I promised her I would earn it, and do anything she asked, if only I could come that night.

She told me I could and I immediately felt a rush of gratitude for her. It felt like I had at least one person that cared about me, and that was nice.