Outside the window, she moved like some kind of wind up doll, fast and furious. Jason kept deflecting her blows, and it seemed to infuriate her, and then she went for the goods. “Hey, watch it. Your future children are in there.” That seemed to stump her for a second before the fists of fury were back in full force.
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This idiot! How did he know that I’d snuck out of the house anyway? I was very careful, pretending to be too tired to even keep my head up when he walked me back to the room. All the while in the kitchen, I’d been getting the lay of the land. I knew how to pick locks, so the fact that the backdoor was locked was no deterrent. He’d left my bag in the room with me, so I had everything I needed to make an easy escape.
I didn’t know where I was, but it couldn’t be too far from where he’d taken me. Besides, there’s no way I was going back to the abandoned warehouse since they already knew about that place. Just one more thing to be pissed at him about. It had taken me forever to find a place that perfect for my needs before he came along and stuck his nose in my business.
I’ll just have to find somewhere else to live for now, which I’m sure will be a bit of a pain. That place had been ideal since it was away from everyone and everything. It’s not that easy when living on the streets to find a place all to yourself like that. But the fact that it wasn’t close enough to the city or any known drug huts had worked in my favor. Most homeless people tend to stick close to major hubs and anywhere where there’s lots of foot traffic.
I can’t stay with uncle Mike since he’s convinced that they’d find me through him so once again I’m on my own. I was more than prepared to head out and try to find a place to hunker down until I started the next phase in my plan. This place is nice, and those guys seem to be on the up and up. After living through the hell that I have, I’ve learned to read people, and I can honestly say that I didn’t get any creeper vibes from any of them, including the hottie. But there was no way I could stay here or be a part of whatever it was they had planned.
My life had been mapped out for me a long time ago. Ever since the day I was ripped away from my mother and the only life I knew and thrown into the depths of hell. There was no one to care about my screams then, no one to shield and protect me from the horror of having my eight-year-old body violated by grown men and women.
Now it’s too late. So whatever goodwill bullshit they were on is totally lost on me. I don’t need saving, and I definitely don’t need anything in my life that’s going to stand in the way of me getting revenge against the ones who hurt me. Had it been a few years earlier, maybe I’d have been won over by the beautiful house with the frilly shit on the bed and windows, maybe I’d have fallen victim to the fluttering heart thing that happens when hottie gets close, but it’s too late for that.
I made up my mind that I wasn’t interested even though a part of me wished I could give in, the part of me that was bone tired. I’ve been going on autopilot for so long with no variation in the game that this little blip in the program felt like a much-needed vacation.
I slept on a soft bed for the first time in more than five years, even though it hadn’t been for that long. And if I were honest with myself, I’d have to admit that I felt safe for the first time in a very long time. I’m not sure why I feel this way, I just do. But I know better than anyone how dangerous that can be. How trusting the wrong person can lead you down a road of terror that it can be almost impossible to escape from.
So, with all of that in mind, I waited until a little bit after he left the room to sneak out of bed and feel my way along the wall down the hallway and down to the kitchen, being careful not to make a sound. Getting through the door had been a piece of cake, and there was no alarm, something I’d forgotten to check in my haste.
I breathed easy once my feet touched the grass outside, and the cool early morning air touched my face, freedom. The place was huge, and I did see the men he told me about earlier making their rounds around the perimeter. I was watching their movements and counting down the timing in their routines when I felt someone come up behind me. Instinct kicked in, and I lashed out reflexively, but he seemed to be expecting that and knocked my hands out of the way. Jason!