She obviously wasn't going to leave for good. But what else could she say or do. Everything was probably already settled. Her parents always did things for her without even telling Elektra herself. Elektra went upstairs again, but forgot her dad was in her room.

"Can't you ever just leave me alone?" She sighed.

"See, that's why we think it's good for you if you take a break for a while. A break from this family."

"You'd like your own daughter to take a break from your family? That's a new one." Elektra whispered, as she walked past him and entered her room.

She wanted to be left alone and do something. She had to write something. For distraction. But her father already distracted her in a bad way.

"Can you please leave me alone, dad?" She asked after a while.

"I don't think I can," Bernard replied. "I've heard what you said to your mum and I want to keep an eye on you, young lady."

Elektra sighed.

"I wasn't actually going to leave..." She said.

She was so annoyed. Even when her parents were trying to be nice they were incredibly annoying. As if they were doing it on purpose. As if they dedicated their lives to making Elektra's as miserable as possible.

"You are." Bernard said.

"I'm not!"

"No, Mandy, you are. Those people from social services will pick you up tomorrow morning and take you to one of their homes."

"What?!" She shouted.

Elektra couldn't believe what he just said. Tomorrow morning. And that Jon had only just met her. What did her parents even tell him? That she was in need of special care? Or that she was a criminal and had to go to prison?

"It will be okay. You still have plenty of time to pack."

"No but, dad!" Elektra was still in a state of shock and even forgot how to be angry. "What did you say to them? Why am I leaving tomorrow? Aren't they suppose to examine... Well, us? How do they know it's that necessary? Did you say they had to? I haven't done anything, have I? Where are they actually taking me?"

Bernard put his arm around Elektra as if he was a caring and loving father. Elektra didn't even shake him off. She felt he meant well.

"It's alright. We've been discussing this with your psychologist even before Jon showed up here. This is what's best for you, dear."

"Aren't you best for me? You and mum, and Melissa? My family? You just don't understand me. That doesn't mean I have to go now!"

"You know what, Mandy? I'll leave you on your own now. You go pack your stuff and we'll cook you some dinner, alright?"

Elektra didn't know whether she was supposed to answer or not. Apparently she was. Because when she didn't react to that her father said: "Look... We're not mad at you. Don't be mad at us. We're doing this for all of us."

And then he left the room.

Elektra didn't know what to do anymore. She sat down on the office chair at her desk and tried to think everything through. It was too much. In the past couple of days she had fallen in love with a girl she'd never see again and found out about her sexuality, she had run away and had been molested and now her parents are sending her off to a children's home. Besides that she was still having a really bad headache. But that still didn't bother her as much as the thought of her parents trying to throw her out. Even though they didn't actually say that, Elektra knew they were excited about it. They had discussed it with her psychiatrist. They already had plans and they never told Elektra. They had never even asked her how she felt about that. Elektra finally felt a tear running down her cheek. She swiped it off her face as she tried to look around her room for stuff she'd want to take with her to the home. Elektra supposed she'd be back home after a while, so there was no need to take everything. There was a suitcase underneath her bed she used for holidays with her family, until a few years ago, when her parents decided they'd only go on holidays without the children and Melissa took trips with her boyfriends. But it was the best way to transport whatever she needed to take with her.

She put her black and blue DM's in there, her blue, yellow and brown trousers, six t-shirts, a vest, a jumper, a few oversized t-shirts she'd use as pyjamas, socks, panties and bras. What else did she need? A toothbrush and toothpaste. And a hairbrush. Oh, and her earrings. She thought she was done until she saw her iPod and headphones on her desk. And her wallet. All of a sudden, while getting those things to put them in her suitcase, she realised that she was doing. Was she actually pleasing her parents now? Was she collaborating?

Elektra sat down again. What was she going to do? Was there anything she could do? Did she want to stay here? She didn't. But did she want to go to the home? She didn't want that either. Was running away still an option after the horrible experiences she'd had? Elektra thought it over but she thought it was. She couldn't let this happen. This time she'd make sure her phone was fully loaded and she'd take her suitcase with her. Elektra wasn't the problem. Her parents were. So before they had the chance to kick her out, Elektra kicked them out of her life. She was going to leave permanently when her parents were asleep.