Amy pulled up into the driveway and gazed up at the house. Muttering to herself she climbed out of the car. The light shining through the living room window meant that Matt was up. She made her way up the rest of the driveway and up the front steps. Before she even entered the house she could see the scowl Matt would have on his face when she entered.

Amy bit her lip as she rummaged through her bag for her keys. She knew she should just turn around and leave, but she just couldn't. All she wanted was to be free, but she couldn't bring herself to tell Matt.

She entered the living room and saw the open book on the coffee table. Matt stood glaring at her from beside his favorite eay chair. The TV flashed, silently throwing colors on the floor. Matt eyed her for a long while. Amy flinched as she dared to meet his eyes, which were shooting daggers in her direction.

"Look what the cat dragged in," he said finally. "Where the hell have you been? It's almost three in the morning!"

"Out," Amy replied setting her bag down on the couch. "Just out with the girls." She wanted to badly to add something to that, but she didn't have the heart to hurt Matt.

Matt began a tirade and she stood there, her shoulders slumped in defeat. The weight of their relationship was taking its toll on her mentally and physically. "Why do you need to go out all of the time," Matt asked.

"Just to have fun," Amy replied softly, not wanting to meet his gaze.

Matt moved closer to her. "I just worry about you," he said enveloping her in his muscular arms. "You understand, right?"

She forced a smile and nodded, but deep down she longed to be free. With a sigh she found her voice and pushed Matt away. "Matt," she said softly. "I want to leave."

"But you just got home," Matt replied.

"This isn't working for me," she said. "I don't want to be in this relationship anymore. I'm sorry." With that she went upstairs and packed her bags.