Eight months pregnant-
That's right nearly at the finishing line.
I stand in the garden in my long black dress just past my knees it fits tight in all the right places. Along with my black heels, I've got use to them now though. Still miss the comfort of my trainers and jeans... maybe one day I will be allowed to wear something like it again.
With my paint brush in my hand I slowly add the finishing touch to my painting. Perfect. Yes I m painting it keeps me sane. Don't judge me please...
Something seems very off today. I've not seen one guard in sight neither Blake for that matter... I'm never normally far from a guard as I'm always being watched... I don't like this one bit. Ever since I went on that night out I've never tried to escape again or even considered it because I knew he would find me.
As I'm looking around I notice myself walking towards the main gate... I hesitated. I don't think I would get far being this heavily pregnant. I kept walking down the road. I got half way along and I flagged down a car. I hopped in and asked him to drop me off to the nearest phone box. I needed to call Rene and Sarah. He done as I asked and I ended up at a phone box, I was cheeky enough to ask for some change too. I rang Rene and she answered on the third ring.
"Hello, who is this?"
She sighed.
"It's me...."
"But who's me? Fuck my life"
"Bell... I need your help. I didn't plan this, the mansion was unguarded. I took my chance and left. I don't have anything like nothing. Also I'm heavily pregnant... sorry."
"Oh my god. Bell!!!! Don't panic I'm coming I'll track the call and I'll pick you up. Don't fucking move".
The line went dead.
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