By the time she arrived back at the apartment it was deserted. She had been walking around the streets of the neighbourhood for the last two hours giving them chance to get out and thinking things over, but by now three in the morning had struck and she longed to go back. As she slowly walked, dragging her feet toward the apartment block she scanned the building for the right one, 'Good the lights are off' she thought to herself, hopefully the answer meaning they'd gone. Three hours previous Abby was doing the same walk home, but once getting in discovered her boyfriend in bed with some women. She'd stormed out but then only to be followed by her boyfriend who then slapped her for over reacting. After leaving the apartment it was time to make some major decisions in her life: did she really want to be living the life she was? Beaten day after day, drugs, ambulances to the E.R at least once a month, everything she had in her life she wanted to burn and destroy. Plus the so-called relationship her and her boyfriends did had was heading no where. Abby was just plain sick of having to cover up to hide bruises and scars day after day, she was sick of having no money, she was sick of having to depend on him. Why should she have to depend on someone who pushes her around for fun? Leaves aching memories all over her skin, sleeps around with other women? There relationship hadn't always been that bad though, they'd been together for three years now, at least the first year had some happier times. But for the second two, she found herself naively waiting around for him to get is act together. While out on her walk she made a pact with herself that tonight was the night. She was going to pack her bags and leave, something that had been toying with her mind for months now, tonight was the final straw, she finally gave up on any hope that things would only get better.
She arrived up at there apartment and reluctantly turned the key in the lock, dreading they might still be there. Going in, she looked around, scanning everywhere carefully, she could tell that nothing had been touched, but at the same time everything to her seemed different. She put no lights on; all she needed were the tiny faint beams of moonlight that shone into the apartment through small breakages in the blanketed sky of clouds. Quickly she moved on into the bedroom, standing in the doorway she looked around the darkened room, she felt sick as she looked at the unmade bed while the lingering smell of aftershave and sex filled the room. Once again nothing had been moved, it was only the bed that had been touched, everything else seemed the same but only now with a dirty vial of seediness draped over her possessions. Eventually the power of what the room was doing to her was just too much; she could no longer stand the thoughts that were going though her head. "Focus!" she yelled out loud angrily to herself as she quickly ran to the closet. She rummaged around the floor then pulled out a large neatly folded up rucksack, it was the one she had used years ago when she backpacked around the States. As soon as she laid her hands on it beautiful, long forgotten memories came seeping back into her brain. Tears slowly one by one began streaming from her eyes as she angrily began tossing piles of clothes into the bag. As she did so she cursed herself for what she had become, since living in New York in by now a tedious Rock n' Roll lifestyle she'd totally dismissed any thoughts or recollections of anything prior to the last three years. Her life before had totally been forgotten, her friends, her family, none of those thing existed in her mind any more. She thought of them as she stuffed more clothes, cds and a few others of her personal possessions into her bag. She tried not to think of anyone, she just wanted to get out of New York first then she could start thinking about mending her bridges, she didn't want anything distracting her from the task in hand, she didn't want anything to ruin her concentration of getting away.
Abby stuffed her things down in the bag then suddenly stopped to look around, that was it there wasn't anything else she wanted. After a reminiscing moment she snapped to and began to do up her bag, then made a bee line for her dresser drawers, where she kept her passport and a secret stash of money she was saving for today, at one point she'd thought about blowing it all thinking this day would never come, but finally it had. She rummaged around until she'd relocated it all and that was it. She had everything; she was now ready to go. Looking around for one more last time she then picked up a jacket that's she'd retrieved and had dumped next to her bag, she put it on then took hold of her bag and swung it onto her shoulder and then left, never to going to that apartment again.
After leaving the apartment the next step was to get a taxi to the airport, getting a taxi in Queens at night was an easy task it was at the airport that she knew was going to be the difficult bit. It was all very well for her to up and leave, but where was she to go to? That was what was going to take some time. She arrived at La Guardia Airport in record time; she thanked the driver and paid him then proceeded to enter the airport. Standing in the main part or the airport she looked around and tried to get her bearings, it had been years since she'd been there but everything was still how she remembered it, not as busy though, maybe due to what time it was, she looked at a large digital clock hanging above her head, 4:07 blinked at her brightly in red. Noticing the large departure board she went over and began to look at the departing destinations. The only place where she knew anyone was in North Carolina all of her family and friends, if she still had any, where situated all over the southern state. Most of her family were in Fayetteville and then most of her friends were either in Raleigh or in towns just out of. But her family would never take her in; a family argument had occurred when she was a teenager, Abby had dropped out of school early to travel but her parents were dead set against the idea and told her if she left not to come back- so she didn't. A few years later when Abby had moved back to North Carolina with a friend in Sanford, she tried to call them but they didn't want to know. Maybe that friend in Stanford would be her best bet, Amy, she thought to herself before realising she probably wouldn't even be there, she then thought of someone who would though. Jeff Hardy, she'd met him through Amy when she'd first moved there. He lived in Cameron, a small town situated near to Raleigh, he had to be there, besides it was his family town she knew that he'd never move away.
There it was decided and without another though she went and brought her ticket to Raleigh-Durham International Airport then had planned to make her own way to Cameron once she'd landed. She felt nervous to be seeing her friends again, she didn't even know if she had any anymore but still, all she could do was go and find out.