Ava's POV.
I didn't know how I did it, but I summoned the strength and struggled to my feet. Without wasting a second, I resumed running, and this time at a faster pace.
I couldn't risk getting caught. I refused to die like this. I might be a poor and ridiculed stripper, but I still had dreams.
Although those dreams seemed impossible, I still wanted to fulfill them.
“Someone help!” I screamed, tears flowing down my cheeks.
As I turned a corner, I realized that I had reached a dead end. There was nowhere else to run. I stopped for a moment and glanced around.
I felt this sudden relief when I saw a door. I just prayed it was open; if not, I was good as dead.
As I rushed towards the door and was about to grab the doorknob, it suddenly flung open. I gasped and almost fell back, bu
