**(One month ago in the safe house)**
CPOV
I was in the living room watching TV, when Derek, Simon, Tori, and Andrew all walked in with grim looks on their faces.
"Hey guys, what's up?", I said.
"We have something important to tell you" said Andrew while he motioned for the others to take a seat. I looked at Derek. He was my boyfriend, so he would at least give me a clue to what the matter is. The problem was, that he quickly looked away. He looked like he was in so much pain. Did I do something wrong?
"Um ok, is something wrong?" I said hoping I didn't screw anything up again.
"No, um yes. Yes, something is very wrong.", he said. Uh oh. This can't be good.
"L-like what?" I said. Then he looked like he didn't know what to say.
"Well, we've made a group decision that you should leave.", he said really quietly.
Hold up. What is going on? All of a sudden I have to leave?" W-what do you mean I should l-leave?"
"Well, we mean you should leave the safe house. For good." He said.
"W-w-why?"
"Well, the kids and I have taken into account how you constantly hold us back and is always the weakest link in the group. We don't think you should be with us if you're going to slow us down every time we have an emergency." He said without emotion. I looked at Simon and Tori. They nodded in agreement though they didn't look too happy about it. By now tears were filling up in my eyes. Then I looked at Derek.
"Is that what you think too? D-do you agree with them?" I asked. Curse my stupid stutter. He solemnly nodded in agreement. Then he looked like he was about to cry, too. Then I stood up with tears rolling down my cheeks.
"W-well if you all want me to go, I just l-l-leave then!" I said in between sobs. Andrew nodded.
"We knew you wouldn't take this news lightly. I'll give you one hour to pack. You're leaving tonight." He said, still with no emotions.
I ran to my room and slammed the door. After about 15 minutes of crying to myself, I calmed down enough to start packing. When I was done, I grabbed my bags and slowly walked down the stairs. This was a joke. It had to be. But when I got downstairs, and saw how everyone looked, I knew it wasn't a joke. The only one who seemed to hate this was Derek. He looked deeply depressed , but he made no move to stop me when I reached the door. Before I stepped out, I looked back at everyone.
"G-good bye" I said. My vision was starting to get blurry again. Everyone murmured their goodbyes and Derek made a small chocking noise. I walked slowly to the edge of the driveway, and I looked back at them and the house. They just stared back as one tear rolled down my face. I guess this is it, then. I started walking down the sidewalk as I heard the front door of the safe house close.