I finally told them tonight, and it was bad. Real bad. Dad was shouting, telling me I should be ashamed, that I had to get out of the house. Mom just cried, and somehow that hurt worse than anything else. She didn't say a word, not even when I packed my things. I can't go to John - he doesn't even know yet. Maybe he'll never know.
If it weren't for the cabin I wouldn't have a place to sleep. Just need some time to think. Last I was here, I was just a little girl playing clubhouse in this old cabin. Now I'm really scared. Will anything ever be right again?