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ds. The metal was freezing against her palms. The lock mechani
cold hardwood floor, her chest heaving as
ls. The sound stopped right outside her door. Kaylee's h
ice pierced through the heavy mahogany wood. The t
hake. The tremor traveled u
A cruel laugh followed. "He might be sixty-five, but he has p
omach twisted into a violent knot. The thought o
rself at the door. She slammed her ope
palms turned raw and red from the impa
ldly through the door. "You have no money.
e high heels faded
p. The clock on the wall read ten at night. The ticking sound felt li
ty jewelry box sat there. It was the only thing her mother had left
wiped her wet cheeks with the back of h
art. The storm outside was violent. Rain lashed against the thick glass.
ain immediately whipped into the room. It soaked the thin fa
oor to the lawn was steep. The darkness swallowed the groun
lk bedsheet and pulled with all her might. It came loose. The fabric was incred
he pulled the other end with both hands, tearing her fingernails in the pr
ogany bedpost. She pulled on it with her entire body wei
gust of wind hit her chest, nearly throwing her backward. She wra
n made the fabric impossibly slick. She had to squeeze her hands s
sound cut through the noise
m her throat, but she instantly slapped her
feet above the g
violently. A blinding flash of pain shot up her leg
r hair to her face, blinding her. She wiped the mud an
hes ten feet away. The estate security guar
ch in the mud. She stopped
sound of his heavy boots squelched in the mud and
ed a shak
of the estate. The cold wind sliced across her wet cheeks like ti
in and a heavy padlock secured it. She shove
vy in her chest. Th
away a section of the iron bars. The gap was incre
f the iron scraped against her bare arms. Warm blood mixed with the cold rain runni
. It was pitch black. There were no streetlights.
le, sending a wave of dirty water crashing over her. She w
dragging her by the hair. Mitch Ziegl
asphalt. She didn't know how long she ran. Time blurred as her bare feet slapped against
hysical strength drained with every step. Her lungs felt lik
ights cut through the dark storm. The lights looked like a tear in
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