Part of a Story that I started, and might finish

It was a cold winter’s morning. It is still dark out. It will be a few more hours till the sun rises. I am still dressed from the previous evening. I pull on a pair of shoes, and slide on my bash jacket. I wrap a scarf around my neck, and slip on some gloves. A maroon bag lays lonely in the corner, not being held sense the night before. I swiftly hoist it on to my shoulder, and discreetly sneak down stairs. I hold my breath as my hand reaches for the door knob.
Once I leave there is no turning back.. Is this truly what I want to do?
With a deep sigh I turn around take in the ornaments of the room one last time. The wood work on the railings, the designs of the paint on the wall, the color of the carpet, and couch. I turn back towards the door, and open it quickly and close the door behind me.
If she only knew how I felt.. maybe it wouldn’t of had to turn out like this.. There is no other way this is how it has to be.
I took a breath, and walked towards my beat up 1984 Green Volkswagen. It might have been old, but it was mine. I loved this car. It was a miracle I even had it. She didn’t want me to ever get a car, but I went behind her back, and saved my money up so I could get one. Knowing that someday I would need to escape from her. I quickly slide in the driver’s seat toss my bag to the back, and turn the key in the ignition. The engine began to hum lively. Not loud enough for anyone to hear it though