Chapter 9

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I stared him straight in his bloodshot eyes. He held me and sqeezed my arms then released. "Well Catherine,"he says sarcastically, "I'm glad you made it to our Safe House." My eyes widened. I did it! I made it! I lean back against the wall and breath a sigh of relief. I am safe once more.

I look at the man more closely. he has grayish brown hair and dark olive skin. He sees me staring at him and introduces himself, "I'm Ortega. I run the Safe House along with Jami, Al, Whitney, Daymon,..." I don't hear the rest of his words. he drags on and on with names of people I don't know and I just think about what's ahead.

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