Years Later

Chapter 3: Secret Escape

Chapter 3- Secret Escape?

"How much of that did you hear?" Alex demanded. How dare he? He has no right to be angry, this is technically my house now.

"Enough to know who you were talking to and what it was about. It doesn't matter though, why should I care? It's none of my business. I am going to go shower now so please leave me alone." I quickly answered before I ran upstairs to escape his heated gaze.

I know I shouldn't be affected by this, he used to have girlfriends before everything happened. I was stupid to think that I had changed enough for him to see me as more than his best friend's sister.

I don't know what overcame me, but suddenly it was like my limbs were being controlled and I grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a compact mirror that my mum gave to me before I lost her, and threw it. I didn't even look where it landed until I heard a smash.

As I looked up with panting breaths, I realised I had thrown it out the window. Could this day get any better? I was already finding reasons for why I shouldn't stay here even though I was determined to convince Jack to let me stay in California after spring break ended and go to a school here for my last year of school. That way I could stay with the two people I trust the most and if Jack did have devastating news, I would be able to stay and help him get through it like a sister should.

Anyways, as I returned to consciousness, it was evident that I had to get the compact mirror. I carried it with me wherever I go because it was like my mum was still with me, even if it was through a minuscule object.

I know I can't sneak through the front door since Alex was downstairs and explaining why it ended up outside was a conversation I desperately wanted to avoid so I came up with probably not my best idea. Climbing out of the window.

It was definitely large enough for me to fit through, because as I liked to call it, I was fun size. Which equaled petite. That doesn't mean I can't hold my own in a fight, although it is usually my attitude which makes up for my physical features. Now, where is the key to this window? I rummaged through a few drawers and then realised that Alex thought I was in the shower so he was probably expecting to hear the the water.

I turned on the shower and left it running as I decided that the only way to escape would be to break the glass that remained in the window and climb through it that way. Fortunately, the shower was loud enough to muffle the sound of shattering glass before I slipped through and stood on a ledge.

I kind of feel like a secret agent right now. This is so cool! I know I'm such a geek when it comes to these things but I always imagined being saved by a spy and then becoming one myself. How stupid is that?

All my friends used to have the fairytale idea of meeting a prince and being whisked off their feet, but no, I had to imagine being thrown over a shoulder rather than whisked off my feet and saved by a spy, a handsome one to be exact. Then I would fall in love on the way and we would be a team as we fought bad people together and eventually get married instead of being proposed to after a few days of meeting because it was love at first sight.

I do not believe in that kind of Romeo and Juliet inspired unrealistic plot. Love will never be that simple. Well in my case I certainly isn't.

Moving on, as I jumped down from the ledge, I scraped my hand across the gravel and started bleeding. It doesn't matter though, I have experienced worse injuries brought about by the despicable man himself, my father.

I scrambled through the grass, trying to retrieve my mirror. When I found it, I opened it just to check if there were any scratch marks or dents, but it was perfectly fine. What wasn't was my face. I hadn't looked in the mirror since this morning and a lot has happened.