Aurora "Rory" Henry is a 20 year old human runaway. After escaping her mother's manipulative hands along with her fathers short temper she finds herself in a new territory, but to her it's just another state. All she wanted was to get her degree in...
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throwing the black fleece at Dom's head I quickly pull on Killian's black hoodie over my head. The quicker I move setting this plan in action the less likely I'll wimp out of it.
Pressing play on the movie I throw the remote back onto the white bed sheets and hurry over to the window. Poking my head back out I see that the coast is still clear, but something I hadn't take into consideration was the height at which would prove to be a problem. We were on the 2nd highest level of the castle...
"Damn it" I whisper. Dom now sporting the fleece walks over to me and also joins me halfway out the window.
"So Rory I'm guessing you have a plan that will prevent my neck getting broken?" He says smug that my escape is collapsing at the first hurdle.
"I'm thinking" I mutter. Looking at the wall beneath the window I see there is a very narrow ledge that seems to be crumbling at the corners.
Wasting no time I swing my right leg over the window sill before repeating the action with my left. I glance at Dom before flipping myself round onto my stomach. I wince as I forget to be gentle with my battered body feeling my aching ribs scream out at me.
Slowly shuffling myself out I come to the reality that I'm currently dangling 3 stories above ground without a solid plan. My shoes scrape against the brick as I feel myself panicking. The ledge was a lot farther away than I had estimated, I curse my height, this is the one time in life I actually wished I was taller.
I look back up to Dom's worried face and he whispers to me "just grab my hand and I'll pull you in, we can forget all about this"
I consider it as my fingers start losing their grip on the brown wood but the flashing image of Dom's overwhelming grief as I lay on the ballroom floor unresponsive scares me more than the cracked ledge.
Looking back down I manifest with all the best energies in the world that my feet will not fail me and land exactly where I'm envisioning them to go.
A shaky breath escapes me and I let go...
My feet make contact with the ledge but my heels don't fit on the small space so I wobble and feel myself falling backwards. Sheer terror runs through me and I reach out for something to pull me closer to the wall but nothing is there to save me. Some sort of survival instinct kicks in because I just throw my torso forward into the brick as best as I can and immediately stand on my tip toes.
Feeling myself stabilise I practically hug the exact building I'm trying to evade.
"Holy fucking shit" I breathe out, adrenaline running a marathon around my heart.
