Brinda's P.O.V
I paced the room, chest heavy, palms slick with sweat, desperate for a way to escape this madness.
My legs still trembled from that night— cruel reminder of how he left me burning alone.
I looked through the window wondering if I should make my escape but one wrong step from this window and I’d end up a broken memory on the pavement below.
I kept looking around and wondering if I should trick Mrs Abigail but she has been so nice to me from day one” She’s too pure to deserve anything ugly in life.”
There was only one person I could run to— but would she even want to talk to me after everything?
I rushed to my phone while my fingers kept trembling if this was the only way out, “Yes It is.” my heartbeat drummed in my ears.
Glancing at the door, my voice trembling, wip
