I waited till midnight to sneak out of the house. It was when the guards changed positions with the ones that were on break.
I had found out earlier today when I was in the kitchen making brownies for my kidnappers. But not normal ones. I put the same drug that they injected into me into the brownies making it easier for me to make my escape.
It was a risky move on my part, but I had to do something to make them pay for drugging me. So if my plan succeeded they would have an even bigger headache than I had and would be too weak to try to stop me from leaving.
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The clock's hand touched 12, which I wasted no time locking the guest bedroom door, opened the window made a rope out of the curtain, and pushed it over the window's ledge. I then picked up Laila and strapped her to me with a bungee cord that was really strong.
I took a deep breath and jumped making sure to grab a hold of the curtain and slid my way down the curtain all the way to the ground.
Laila and I made it back onto the ground uninjured but a little scared since we were just dangling from 2 stories up off the ground!
I smiled at my victory and ran into the shadows of the night.
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Her Badboy ( REWRITTEN)
Подростковая литератураHarley is 18 years old. She lives alone with her 9 month-old daughter most of the time because her parents go away for their jobs and her older brother is in college. What will happen when her parents have to go away for a year and a half? Who will...
