Laila POV
Finally escaping through the back door, I couldn't bring myself to leave knowing that poor Donald was at the brink of passing out in the yard.
Conflicted between my conscience and safety, my thoughts ran wild.
So many things could go wrong if I went back for him. The men might finally get ahold of me all the efforts put into escaping would be a total waste.
But if I left, Donald might not make it and I couldn't forgive myself for that.
The poor guy doesn't deserve to die while I get to go free.
Maybe that's my problem. Being overly nice but was this the case? Saving someone's life. Surely it has to be more. More than just being nice.
My parents always taught me to help out in any situation I know is within my capacity. My dad especially.
"Damn! I miss them so much". The
