Genevieve's POV
**FLASHBACK**
The day after the party, I had the sudden urge to pack my things and leave with Mom and Noah. So, I instructed Marisa to help Noah pack his bags.
Mom stepped out to get a few things from the grocery store a few minutes ago. I'll help pack her things when I'm done with mine.
This place isn't a safe haven.
"Noah, go get changed," I said, getting off the bed.
"No," he said defiantly.
"Noah, go get changed right now. We're leaving."
"No, I don't want to. I like it here," he cried out, tears filling his eyes.
"But we can't stay, Noah," I crouched to his level.
"But why?"
"Because it's the right thing to do at the moment."
"Please, Genevieve, I don't want to. I like everyone here," he pleaded tearfully.
"I like everyone too, but we need to leave right away."
"I don't want to go, please," he begged once more.
"You're making this harder for me. Just listen to me!"