Running away

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Life has been great, but there is still one thing on my mind but I still can't figure it out, and one more thing I'm pregnant and I don't know how, cause me and my new husband haven't even done the deed yet, so I can't think of who else it would be. I'm now either 2 or 3 months pregnant and just to make sure how many months I've decided to go for a test, but I'm not planning on telling my father or my husband, cause then my husband Peter would suspect that I've cheated on him but anyway the appointment is at 12, leaving me enough time to sort myself out.

I slowly walked towards my bedroom glass doors and open them and step onto my second story concrete floor, to look at the beautiful scenery.

"Hello, my lady".

"Hello handsome how are u on this fine day".

"Wonderful my dear".

"So I was wondering if u would like to take a walk with me".

"For how long"

"Well my lady it's now 10 am, so till probably 6 pm".

"Umm I've got to get somewhere for 12"

"And where would this place be".

"I really can't tell u".

"Fine be like that, but till u tell me where this place is I'm going to lock u in this room".

"But Peter".

"No but, now goodbye".

Ugh, I've got to find a way out of here, oh wait hold on, I have a spare key in my draws. I quickly walk to my draws and find the key to unlock the door, then I quickly but carefully climb down on the leaves that were on the side wall.

Now is my chance to run.

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