R A Y V I N
Now I feared everything else had been wrong. I glanced towards the gate one last time as I hurriedly left. Looking at the house that I thought held my happiness, but was now a reflection of deceit, manipulation, and danger. I had an impulse to tell Miranda, but what if I was being tracked? I could go over to her place and sort things out before it gets to their knowledge that I have left. Drawing attention to myself would make leaving more difficult.
I hurried to Miranda's place in a cab, my foot stamping against the innocent streets as I ran with precision. As soon as I got to her door, I banged endlessly on it, hoping that she was home and I didn't have to drag her out from work.
“Who wants to bring my house down?” She yelled, obviously annoyed that I woke her up because s
