PERFECT ESCAPE
978 Words
**ABBY**
My stomach turns as I hear him utter those words. Okay now I'm scared, at the same time angry.
He straighten himself and slip his hands casually into his trouser pockets, his composure terrifying with the calmness. “Now be a good girl and do as you are told." He commands.
"Please... Don't do this to me. Don't take away my innocence." Hot tears flow from my eyes as I plead with him.
"Your father did this to you. Not me." He shrugs.
He forcefully tear my shirt open, leaving me expose with just my lacy bra. I try fighting back but he hold both my hands and pin it above my head.
This can't be happening. God help me. I can't loose my innocence to this crazy monster. I close my eyes and pray silently for someone to help me.
“Excuse me sir.” A voice broke the tension.
I open my eyes to see that two men had entered the room—one older and one younger. Both of them are dress in black tailor suit. The older one clears his throat and said. “There’s a delivery that needs your attention.”
Don Alexander reluctantly let go of me and straighten himself with his expression unreadable.
Without sparing me another glance, he nods at the younger one, "keep an eye on her. Don't let her try anything stupid." With that, he leaves with the older man.
I heave out a sigh of relief but I know this isn't over. He would surely come back and when he does I don't know if there would a way for me to stop him then.
I curl into a ball and starts trembling and sobbing.
The younger man lingered by the door with his sharp brown eyes studying me. After a moment, he spoke. “I’m Menico. I’ll be your personal guard.”
I raised my head weakly, taking in his stocky figure, his tanned skin, his neat brown hair. He looked solid and dependable. But to me, he was just another cage.
I ignored him and collapse onto the floor with my body shaking as sobs tore through me.
Menico's voice softened. “About Don Alex…" He started, "I would advise you do as he instructs you for your stay here to be peaceful. For he loathe disobedience and he would punish you terribly if you go against him.”
I choke out a bitter laugh and tears burn my cheeks. “I don’t care what he is. And I would never let him have me.” My voice cracked with rage and despair. “All I want… is to get out of here.”
I buried my face in my hands while I was trembling. My heart was broken and I felt my freedom has taken from me.
Being betrayed by my fiancé, no ex fiancé and ex step sister really hurts me. Yes she is my ex step sister now.
But what broke me more was my father's betrayal. Using me in exchange to pay for a debt I know nothing about was inhumane. That shows I meant nothing to him.
My future seem destroyed. And one thought pulsed through my mind as I trembled—if I ever get out of here, I would make my family pay for this. Every last one of them.
I rose slowly and move to the bed. If I ever want to leave this place then I need to plan it thoroughly and carefully.
Menico stood there for a while and after seeing I wasn't putting on a fight to leave or try anything else, he said "I would be outside if you need me."
I lay down on the bed and totally ignored him. He went out of the room and shot the door behind him.
Tears were streaming down my face into the pillow as I lay down there. Maybe this is the end of my career. Maybe this is the end of my story. Maybe this is the end of my life.
Cause I'm not sure if that crazy lunatic would let me go after a year or two. He might just decide to keep me caged forever.
I really need to find a way to leave this place. I can't stay locked here forever.
After Menico left, I remained on the bed crying. I could still feel his presence. I know even though he has left he is still right outside the door. Guiding and caging me.
After some hours or minutes, I heard the sound of his footsteps begin to fade down the hall.
I froze and sat up alert. Is he really gone? Or is this some kind of trap?
I don't care if this is a trap or not. All I know is that this is my chance. My only chance.
I must leave this place this very day, I don't care if I get caught or killed during the process. I rather die than stay locked here forever.
My eyes darts to the door and I quickly stand up. I then move quietly and quickly to the door. My palms were sweaty as I grip the handle. I turn it carefully and cracks the door open quietly a little, just enough to peep outside.
Directly opposite me stood another closed door and an empty passage stretch before me.
I look left and then right. It was empty. No guards. No footsteps. Nothing.
Perfect.
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