Minutes later, we were both standing outside my apartment door. My hands were literally shaking and I was about three seconds away from turning around and bolting down the hallway.

Alfie noticed this and placed his hands on my shoulders. "You can do this Meg, I know you can. And remember, I'll be right here if you need anything, ok?"

I took a deep breath and nodded slowly, turning and knocking on the door softly. There was no answer, so I knocked again, freezing when I heard footsteps coming closer and closer. I looked back at Alfie in panic and he squeezed my shoulder gently.

There was little to no time to prepare myself as the door opened, revealing my boyfriend. "Decided to finally come home, did you?" he spat out, shooting Alfie a disgusted look.

Shaking my head, it took all my courage to stand there and look him in the eyes, hoping and praying that he wouldn't hit me again. Maybe it was because Alfie was there, or maybe he just didn't have it in him when he was sober, but to my surprise he made no move towards me.

"What do you want then?" he asked, leaning against the doorway with one eyebrow raised.

"I came to um, to get my things. And to tell you that we're over," I replied, probably surprising all of us with how steady my voice sounded. This time, he took a step forward and I flinched, ruining whatever bravery I had been showing.

However, he didn't make any sort of contact and both Alfie and I breathed out a quiet sigh of relief as Damon stepped back to let me into the apartment. "Just hurry up and get out of here. I was getting sick of you anyway," he muttered, stalking off to the kitchen.

Leave it to Damon to make things all about him, I thought as I crept around the rooms, grabbing whatever I could find of mine and throwing it into a suitcase. I did this as quickly and as quietly as I possibly could, knowing that the slightest thing could set Damon off.

Once I was done, I hesitated for all of three seconds, actually torn about whether or not to actually leave. But then I caught Alfie's eye and with one last glance back towards the kitchen, we were back out in the hallway.

To my credit, I held it together until we were about halfway back to Alfie's house. Then I couldn't take it anymore and I started quietly sobbing. Alfie didn't notice until I let out a gasp, and once he did he immediately led me to the nearest bench, sitting me down before taking a seat next to me.

"Hey, Megan, hey…what's wrong?" he asked quietly, taking a hold of my hands.

Not only could I not speak, but I also had no explanation to give him, so instead I just sat and shook my head, trying my best to stop crying. Thankfully, Alfie understood this and stayed quiet, gently stroking the back of my hand with his thumb.

Finally, I calmed down enough to where I was able to stop crying, although my breath was still coming in shaky gasps. Alfie wiping a stray tear off my face and looked at me. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. I shook my head again and he pulled me into a hug. "Hey, it's over Meg, you don't have to deal with him ever again. You're safe now, okay?"

Although that wasn't at all why I was crying, there was no way I was about to tell him the real reason so instead I nodded, giving him a quick squeeze before letting go. I silently stood up, keeping one of his hands in mine, and we continued on our way back to his house.

The silence continued even after we had arrived at the apartment, where we both sat down on the couch and brought up the next movie we had been about to watch before we left. Though it was nowhere near the same as before, neither of us wanted to talk at this point.