LYRIC
2 Days Later
I sit holding the key card I swiped from my mate two days ago, twirling it through my fingers. Staring at it, debating if I should walk out of here. I would deal with the guards, hopefully, come up with a plan where I could avoid them.
Yet every time I think I’m going to get up and try to escape, Note pipes up, urging me to stay and wait. Telling me she has a gut feeling.
It’s been two days. The only people I have seen are the guards who have come to bring me food. I sit in the same shirt I was given by the man named Rhett. Dirt and grim coat my body and my hair is a greasy mess. Itch all over but as yucky as I feel, the anxiousness overrides my OCD.
I have no idea if they got to Lizzy and Zane. If they picked them up from the safe house or not. I haven’t been to
