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Y/n's POV
                          
2. A.M. 
                          
It was time. 
                          
I quietly slid out of the bed and tiptoed to the closet, making sure to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn't wake anyone, especially Delirious. I opened the door as quietly as I could and knelt down to the floor. 
                          
I moved some of the shoes off of the back floorboard and slowly pried it back, exposing a duffel bag. I grabbed the bag and slid it over my shoulder. I replaced the floorboard and shoes before closing the closet door and walking over to my nightstand. 
                          
I pulled a letter from the side pocket and placed it gently on the table. I stood straight and looked over at Jon, sleeping peacefully. I smiled to myself, although it was painful. 
                          
Being as subtle as possible, I gently reached over and kissed his cheek softly. "I love you." 
                          
I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I turned away, unable to look at him any longer. I swiftly exited the room and started walking downstairs. 
                          
"Y/n?" I cringed as I turned towards the voice in the dark. Macey. "What're you doing up?" She asked, rubbing her eyes. 
                          
Thank goodness it's dark so she can't see my tear stained cheeks or the bag strapped across my back. 
                          
"Nothing, what're you doing up?" 
                          
"I just heard something and thought I'd check it out. You always told us to make sure, you know, for safety."
                          
 I held back a shaky breath and tried to make myself sound as normal as I could, but it was hard. I was always sensitive, and knowing that they listen to what I stay, and keep it with them, it makes my heart hurt even more. "Yeah, of course. Well it's just me, you get back to bed ok?" 
                          
"Ok, goodnight, love you." 
                          
My lip trembled and tears continued to roll down my face but I managed to choke out a response. 
                          
"I love you and your sister so much." 
                          
She reached for me and quickly kissed my cheek before she turned back into her room and shut the door. I stood there for a minute, really debating my decision, but I have to do this. 
                          
I wasted no more time in the house and slipped out. Turning around, I only glance at the house, not being able to withstand more, before sprinting off. I stop after a couple of blocks, dropping onto all fours as I let a sob consume my voice. 
                          
I wanted to scream but I only managed silent, forced versions, not wanting to alert anyone. I punched the concrete, feeling my knuckles strain and my palm hurt. 
                          
Under the dim street light I saw the small bits of blood trickle down my hand but I just got up, breathing heavily and wiping my face, and continued on. 
                          
It wasn't going to be easy but I have to do this. 
                          
I walked for a couple more hours before deciding I was in a good enough place to stop. I found a hotel and payed in cash which was stashed in the duffel bag, which also contained some clothes and essential items like a toothbrush. I went straight to my room and threw the bag onto a chair, getting straight into bed, knowing I'd be gone in a few hours. 
                          
This wasn't going to be easy. 
                          
But I have to do this.

                          
Delirious' POV
                          
I woke up to an empty bed. I figured Y/n must've gotten up already so I headed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, waking myself up for the day. 
                          
We had to go get Mini, and cover our tracks, then we could relax for a bit before hopping right back into our usual gang business. Including dealing with the tigress.