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Then the drugs had started, and it was like he’d lost his mind.
“I—”
Ding dong.
Peter’s head flicked to the side, clearly annoyed at the interruption. I stayed pinned to the wall, even as he took a step back and waved the gun in front of me. “Don’t move.”
I could see part of the door from where I stood. He walked over and pulled it open. “What do you want, Ruby?” he asked harshly as a small blonde girl stepped inside. Even though she had her back to me I could tell she was only young.
“He won’t give me anything. I need you,” her soft voice pleaded. Her hands hung at her sides, both of them shaking profusely. She had a tattoo on the back of one, it looked like writing, elegant and cursive, but I couldn’t make out what it said.
“I told you not to come here,” Peter threw back.
I needed to get out of here.
He shoved her toward the door, but she fought back. Their voices becoming low angry whispers. I knew this house, I could get out while he was distracted, but first I had to force my body to move.
Wrench.If I could get to him I’d be okay.
I kept the image of Wrench in my mind. He was standing beside me, he wasn’t touching me but he was there.
Fight back, damn it.
Get the hell out.
I took one slow step, and then another. There was a back passage that led from this small sitting room and into the kitchen. I headed for it, freezing as I reached the doorway. There was no light inside, it was long and dark. I was scared, once the shadows got a hold of me, would I be able to go any further. This room, it was light, big windows allowed the sun to shine in.
I looked over at them. They were open, just slightly, just enough to fit my body through.
I changed my path and stumbled toward the window. I could still hear Peter and the young girl arguing at the front door which spurred me on. My shaking hands clutched the window frame and I lifted my leg, slipping it through the gap.
I could do this. If I didn’t, who knew what Peter would do to keep me here. His delusions of us being together made him sound crazy.
He was fucking crazy.
I slipped half my body through the space, holding onto the frame as I hefted my other leg out and hung there for a moment, taking a deep breath as I prepared to drop myself into the garden below.
The window was around the side of the house, safe from the view of the front porch, but I was scared the noise would alert him. Then I heard him yell, and in that moment I let go, dropping down into the bushes under the cover of his voice. I lay there for a moment, not sure what to do next.
Where could I go?
Where could I run to?
I had no phone, no way of contacting anyone to come for me.
Fuck! I could barely move, my breathing becoming heavier and heavier as I fought to keep myself awake and alert.
Just run.
I fought against my brain, even though every part of it screamed at me to cower. On shaking hands and knees I crawled through the bushes, I could feel sharp sticks poking at my skin, but I felt no pain. Survival mode had kicked in, and I needed to make it through this, just like every other episode I had. It was hard for me to think that I wasn’t crazy, that this would eventually end, but I held onto that anyway.
The limo sat in the driveway empty. I couldn’t see the driver around, so I scurried across the lawn and ducked down behind it. Two deep breaths and then I took off, just as the door to the house slammed shut behind me. I stumbled as I got to the footpath, catching myself before I fell and then powering forward again. Tears streaked down my cheeks as I ran, hiding my face as cars passed by, probably looking at me like I was a crazed lunatic.
Nothing new there.
I knew Peter would come looking, so I took a side street.
My legs were weak, and I struggled to breathe through the torrent of tears that streaked down my face. Turning down another street, there were just houses and houses, and I wasn’t sure what to do.
