Running from Leo

CHAPTER 7: The jump

I have a plan. Plan to my freedom from this hell house.

I have been in every room of this house. I have mopped every floor, every room. I have wiped every vase, TV screen and things that I have lost count of. I had even wiped the blood of a stranger countless times on the floor.

I have never crossed the path or interfered in the business of the men living and working here. Kept my head low, followed the rules for years and silently watched things happen in the house of Agostini.

But not now. Not ever. I have had enough.

Jumping from the window is just a way to get out of the room, but what comes after that is the guards, CCTV cameras and fence which is only a few metres high and only a few steps away from the ground where I'll land.

When I say that I had mopped and wiped every room and screen, I say the control room of the house where you can just sit back and watch every movement of the house.

My plan took years of precision and patience.

Stay hidden from the cameras and when they turn to the other direction, run for your life without catching the attention of the guard who takes a round every thirty second at the place where I will land.

I don't care whether I'll get hurt while climbing and jumping off from the fence, but what I care about is what happens after I escape the house.

Going from one continent to another is the biggest challenge.

Stay hidden in the nearest town if possible, try to stay low and wait for a miracle to happen because miracles do happen. They happened when the remaining bars broke on its own.

I have never been outside the house. I just saw a garden and a pool on the other corner of the house. Never saw the country's beauty and fashion nor its monuments.

I don't plan on ever stepping my foot on this country if I get out of here.

I had to wait for a day or two after the bars broke. Had to check over the pattern of how the guards patrol in the area, but now, I was packed and ready to fight for freedom.

I had lost my duffel bag a long time ago so Rylie lend me her bag.

It wasn't much but it was the only thing we had.

I didn't want to store many things in it. I just added a couple of protein bars, a knife for my protection, clothes and other toiletries.

I was ready but Rylie wasn't.

She is a crying mess here. She writes that she will miss me a lot, remember me a lot while she will be praying for my soul to be at peace when the men will catch me. She also writes that she will only defend herself when the men of the Agostini family ask her questions about her runaway slash soon-to-be a prisoner roommate.

Sometimes I don't like the strange way of sarcasm she shows in her writings.

"Rylie..." I cooed as I caressed her dirty blonde locks while she ruins my dress with her tears. "It's okay. I'll miss you too. I can't write letters or send messages to you, but I'll always remember you. You have been my saviour and my friend. Don't cry now, you'll make me cry."

She didn't listen to me and wiped her runny nose on my shoulder.

Can I postpone my plan and wash my dress?

"Rylie, Rylie!" She looked up and gave me her puppy dog eyes. "Listen to me. Stop being an emotional wreck here and get to work. I had my evening free but you don't! Louisa will come searching for you. You have to go."