Brooklynne's POV:
We stood there for a few minutes in silence. I have no idea what he was thinking about or how he was feeling, I was just thankful the fighting had stopped. At least, I had hoped it had. He pulled away and let go of me and then walked out of the closet and then out of my room. I looked around my closet and saw the clothes on the floor. I wiped my tears away and pulled myself together and started to pick everything up again and put them back on the hangers.
I honestly couldn't believe how that went. I really did think I was going to lose my life today, the day before my 18th birthday. It could have gone a lot worse. I'm still a little unsure of what caused him to stop if it was what I had said or my crying. Either way, I was glad it had.
I went into my bathroo
