Sinful Shelter

ed as the odor of rotten eggs became unbearable and made me sick, which could only mean there was a gas leak. I quietly snuck out of my bed and grabbed my so

ght I quietly opened my window and looked down at the daunting descent to the ground. I looked over and spotted the trellises, surely it could hold me, right? There was no time to think about it as I heard footsteps

g to ash. Suddenly, I felt a warm, strong hand grab my arm. “Scarlett, hurry come with me.” A deep, unknown voice called to me. Shocked, I tried to fight back, but the tall, muscular man threw m

he stranger while hitting his back

hrough the driver’s side to the passenger seat. He slammed on the gas and took off, as I looked behind me all I saw was s

ing on!” I demanded the st

ark and squeezed it gently, “I promise, you will be safe.” The sound of his voice and his words somehow sent a cover of calmness over my body. I didn't know

my door. “C'mon now, it’s okay.” He obviously sensed my fear and uncertainty. He led me into the complex, the small room was lit only with a few lanterns and candles. The old wooden floors creaked with each step I took, the once white paint was chipping off the walls revealing the drywall behind, the windows were covered with cardb

's going on, pleas

I walked through the door and closed it behind me, not surprisingly there was a tiny shower, toilet, broken sink, and clouded mirror. I splashed cold water on my face to help cool myself o