Makayla POV
I looked around me. I was in the clear. Brian left me at the house alone bcuz he finally trusted me bcuz I never ran-- not even once. I never even tried. I was just too scared. He even let me out of the house so I can run errands for him or go to school. But he would be right there waiting for me at the house. Right there-- EACH and EVERY time, waiting for me. If I stayed out too late he would come looking for me tracking me with that stupid chip. I HATED THAT CHIP! I HATED IT! But now I'm not gonna deal with it no more. This was the time-- my chance-- to escape.
I stepped out of bed and went to the kitchen. I got Brian's knife and pointed it toward my wrist where the chip bulged out. I still had the scar from when Brian first put it in two years ago. I marked an X right on top and started pushing the blade through the tender skin. I grimanced at the pain but I didn't care. Im getting out of this hole. The blood started pouring out and I wiped it on my shirt. I tied a torn piece of cloth on it and got ready. I took a sandwich and two bottles of water in my bag.
I stepped outside, drowning in fear, I ran.
