I had no idea where I was going and that was a good thing. At least I believed it was. If I didn’t know where I was, then I wouldn’t be able to tell anyone where I was and they wouldn’t tell Mack and he wouldn’t be able to find me.
“Where do you need me to stop?” The cab driver asked, his words laced with annoyance.
I rolled my eyes and looked out of the window to the unfamiliar buildings and streets and then huffed before pointing at a red, brick house.
“There,” I instructed and he immediately shifted the taxi and stopped. I got out and paid with the money Mack gave me. Guilt pinched my heart at using somebody else’s hard earned money for my own personal motives but I didn’t know what else to do. I wanted my freedom and Mack refused to give me access to money. So he’d just have to d
