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Pacing the length of the room, she looked at the door

Rick had already taken her back to the bedrooht her clothes, which another brother, Abel, scary bastard that he was, had given her She’d settled on a pair of jeans and a long shirt with soether in the shape of a flower but it wasn’t the same color of any flower she’d ever seen She’d pulled her hair back into a bun

Now though, being locked up, it was starting to drive her crazy She needed to get the fuck out of there

Stepping up to the door, she turned the handle and paused It opened

Why did it open?

Sheit The door shouldn’t have opened Every other time she’d tried it, the door had been locked

Why was today any different? Had Rick left it unlocked?

She shook her head Either way, it was a chance

Moving into the hall, she looked left and right Without waiting for any kind of cue, she quickly rushed in the direction that took her to the stairs There was no guard, nothing

When she got to the final staircase, she looked around the wall to find a guard at the door

He paced, holding a gun in his hand The first tiun, she’d been terrified Guns weren’t on the streets in clear view back in England

The guard got a call and she watched in amazement as he left his post The door was all clear This couldn’t be happening Did Rick Denton really think she wouldn’t make a run for it?

Even so, he was a fool

She ran to the door and was shocked to see no ate and to her freedo The gate was open and as she burst through, she felt victorious She was out of the house, out of her prison, and running home free She had no reason to return or even to stop

Now that she was free, she kept on running