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Breathe

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   I crouch onto my knees, my breath hitching as the sudden change in temperature catches me by a known surprise, sweeping my hands across the hardwood floor and sliding onto my stomach, the few holes in my shirt exposing my bare stomach underneath to the coldness of the floor. I slide under his bed the stressing of my cold feet threatening to slip, but I knew better than to make any noise. I was scared out of my mind, scared to move, scared to breathe, scared that the faint sound of my pulsing heart would catch his attention. I tried keeping my mouth agape to slow my breathing hoping it'll calm down the beating in my chest, if he knew I was hiding I'd be done for.

      The large room was fairly dark with only a slight orange glow from the adjoined bathroom mixing with the small shadows of light coming from the nearby window, perfect, there's no possible way that he could see me if I were to just slide past..

I could hear the shower water come to a stop, Allowing for almost complete silence, taunting the suspense in the air.

The bathroom door opens and out came the sound of the man's bare feet slapping the floor, I don't think he noticed I was gone. Right?

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