Laila POV
Picking up my hairpin again, I tried to pick the lock. I needed to get out of the house before he came back.
It was morning and the sun was about to rise and Anton was still nowhere to be seen.
Thank Goodness for that!
Maybe I could get enough time to get the door open and get out.
I tried so many times but couldn’t get the door open. It didn’t look so hard when I watched Tara do it but why wasn’t this one working?
Hitting my head a few times on the door out of frustration, I sat down weakly on the floor.
Why hasn’t anyone come around the house? Being locked up in a prison cell must be better than this. At least you get to see and interact with your fellow inmates.
Closing my eyes and just laying there on the floor, I slept off and was awakened by faint voices from ou
