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And yes they were Vinnie's grandparents too, but the whole family minus Steph had disowned them. (It will be explained more later in the story)

Chapter 2 Saying Goodbye…Kinda

Pulling into RangeMan, it went straight up to the little cubicle that Ranger had given me, saying hi to the guys as I passed. Sitting down, I didn't bother getting to work right away; instead I wrote a letter to Ranger.

Dear Ranger,

I know you require a 2 week notice. And I am very sorry, but I cannot give you that. Today is my last day. I have decided that Trenton is just not where I'm supposed to be and that I have to move on with my life. I have gotten everything I needed out of this place which I have called home for so long and I would like to thank you for everything you have done for me. Maybe we will see each other again at some point, but who really knows? So I guess this is goodbye. And since this is goodbye, I figure it cannot hurt for me to finally get this off my chest…I love you Ranger. I have for a long time now, and it's ok if I'm not what you need or want in a partner. All I hope, is that you find what you need out of life and someone amazing to share it with.

Love,

Stephanie

Finishing up, I was tempted to add that I was pregnant, but thought better. I didn't want him tracking me down because he felt responsible, and I especially didn't want to just be another child support check. Now that I had money, I didn't even have to worry about how I was going to provide for my baby.

I spent the rest of the day writing similar, very unspecific, letters to my family and few other close friends. These I would just mail to them before I left. Rangers letter I decided to leave in an envelope on my desk along with the key fob he had given me what felt like so long ago. I could just leave it on his desk, but I was hoping that by leaving it on mine, he wouldn't find it until Monday.

When it was finally time to go home I got up, leaving all my personal items I kept there where they were. I knew they had trackers in them and there wasn't anything important enough for me to take the time to take them out.

Actually, the more I thought about it, none of my possessions were really worth taking to Massachusetts. I mean there was Rex, but I was nervous about taking him too, just because I wouldn't put it past Ranger to have microchiped the poor little guy. When I got back to my apartment I was still trying to figure out what to do when a new thought came to mind. Opening up my purse I took the other letters out of them, I added to Mary Lou's, asking her to please pick Rex up from my super Dylan. I knew the kids would love to have a pet and I was sure that Dylan wouldn't mind taking care of him for a few days; for some beer of course.

Before I had a chance to really think about what leaving Rex behind meant, I grabbed the six pack of beer out of my fridge and Rex's cage before heading downstairs again. I knew that leaving Rex behind was the best thing for me, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. Though truth be told, I was really more of a dog person, maybe I'll get one when I get settled down in my new life.

After a quick chat with Dylan, I walked back up to my apartment with empty arms. Looking at the clock I realized it was already 6. Calling Pino's I ordered two large meatball subs, figuring I could have one tomorrow for lunch since it may be the last time I can ever have eat from there. While I was waiting for my food, I took huge trash bags and started stuffing all of my belongings into them. I was planning on donating all of it to the Epilepsy Foundation, which had a drop-off right down the street from here.

After I ate dinner I finished packing everything up and then loaded it into my car. I took a brief second to recognize how sad it was that I could pack all of my belongings up in just a few hours before driving away to drop it off. When that was done I ran into the mall and bought a Vera Bradley wristlet to keep my drivers license and some cash in. I also grabbed a pair of shorts, underwear, a bra, a tank top, and toiletries. I would change out of the clothes I was in now and wear these for my trip since I knew they didn't have trackers on them. (I know I probably seem paranoid with all of this, but I've learned over the years to never underestimate Ranger.)

When I got home I brushed my teeth and took a shower and lay down to sleep on the couch. (I had donated all of my sheets.) Just before I fell asleep I realized that I couldn't take my car to Boston. Not only did I know for a fact it had trackers on it, but there was no chance it could make it all that way. At that point though, I was so tired that I didn't care and a few minutes later I was fast asleep.

I woke up at 6 the next morning, (it was painful, trust me) and after taking a quick shower I left my apartment with my key sitting on the kitchen table, just like Dylan had asked. When I got outside I threw the clothes I had been wearing yesterday in the dumpster before driving away.

I stopped at my bank and took out all the money in my account, which was only $300. Next I stuck all the letters in a mailbox. Then I did something I had promised myself years ago that I would never do again, I hotwired a nice looking car in the parking lot and then hopped on the highway. I didn't even look back as I left Trenton behind.

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