I ran... what else could I do?He left me no choice but to run so I did. Why do i miss him as much as I fear him? I've done all that I could but deep down I couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to find me and there will be hell to pay when he does. I fear for my life and the life of my child but my mind is playing a war with me. Somewhere I know he won’t truly hurt me, physically anyway... but after what I’ve done, that could just be me being naive. My new life is amazing and I love it but... something is missing and I don’t know what that is yet, what do I do if the past catches up with me? What is going to happen to me? To us? To make it worse, there are parts of me that sometimes miss him and his touch. I thought my cravings for him would be a thing of the past – but they’re stronger than ever. There’s a small voice in my head that scares me the most, it tells me there’s a chance that I want to be found. That when I am, I’ll fall into Lucifer’s arms and let him do what he pleases to me.