#Chapter 54 Mother doesn’t know best

Patara Dylan left through my window when the sun started to come out. He swore he would be close by if I needed him—and that made me feel only slightly better about what I was about to do. My bag was packed, gone with Dylan out the window. I left behind all the pieces of her that were forced upon me. All the clothes she wanted me to wear so I could be her perfect daughter. All the hobbies she made me take even when I knew I hated them. It wasn’t me any longer. She couldn’t force me to be what I wasn’t—not anymore. I dressed in comfortable pants and a sweater with my hair in a high ponytail and didn’t care if she would think I looked homeless just because I wasn’t wearing a dress of her choosing. She was done controlling me. I knew she was always the first to rise. I knew her schedule better than anyone else. I remembered all the nights I would listen to her steps as she moved through the house and prayed she would let me stay in bed instead of forcing me out of it. I wai