chapter 42

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*Naila*

Everything is not like it looks from the outside. I showed hayal like I don't care about been in prison but that's not true. I hate it more than everything. Prison is a curse, I don't regret a single thing I did but I regret been in prison.

I went back to the room and hate those inmates. They're terrible and I do understand why they are there. They deserve it. I jump on my bunk and one woman pull away my blanket.

She is the most wicked person I have ever come across, she and her evil friend.

"What do you think you're doing?" I said to her.

Farha look at me and gave me a sign to shut up. She and Amina were the only people that treated me kindly since my arrival.

"Do you have something to say?" She said with her devilish look.
"You took away my blanket of course I do" I replied.

She pull me from the bed and pushed me on the ground. Her two other friends hold me from each side.

"Let me go" I said trying to move.

"Is like you don't know who I'm, I will teach you" she said as she punched me. I never felt that pain in my life. I screamed on top of my lungs and she did it again. Farha and Amina couldn't do anything because they were powerless. The guards came to my rescue and they were punished for the day.

Nobody messed with me and go for free in life. She was assign to clean the kitchen and the locker room inside the kitchen. I sneak and put pepper in her eyes from behind. She screamed and I pushed her to the locker room before she saw me. She stayed there for hours before someone found her.

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I have been plotting on my escape because I can't tolerate living there. I always work with farha and amina. Farha told me about one inmate that escaped once but she committed another crime that brought her in. I insisted on talking to her but she told me she was dangerous.

I tried my best to get closer to her and I was able to. It takes me a lot of suffering. She made me do all the works she was support to do. Luckily she was planning another escape and we planned together, with Farha and Amina.

We planned our escape that could cost our lives if we get caught. They're two options and all have bad outcomes. I love been challenged by life.

Around 2am we manage to made it through the screte entry. It was a terrible process, I most lost consciousness three times. It was completely dark but we made it.

We hugged each other and go separate ways. I broke into my house and rushed to my work room. I can't believed I messed with my freedom. Having a home is truly a blessing.

"My last plan, you forced me to do this" I said and took a deep breath. I can't believe I reached that point.

I opened my safe and pull out the gun and hide it. I went to my mom and wake them up.

"Naila what are you doing at this time?" She said.

I head in and looked at her.

"I'm not Naila mom, I'm Leyla" I said and she looked confused. She said she burried Leyla and I corrected her.

"The girl you buried was Naila, my twin. The story is long but we change identity" I said.

"Leyla you're not okay " she said.
"Mom"I shouted and move closer to her. I started crying telling her about how much everyone, including her failed me in life.

She go scared and called hayal.

"Ohh I was going to give her a visit but thanks for calling" I said with an evil smile. She will regret calling her.

I wake up and Amira and walk out. She was crying and my mom was pleading but I listen to none.

"I will let her go when hayal arrived" I said. The neighbors came out too.

Hayal arrived and she begged me to let Amira go.  I aske her to move closer and I will her go. She moved closer and I quickly placed the gun at her back and let Amira go.

"Don't move" I said and she raised her too hands.

"You move and I pull the trigger" I said.

"Leyla please don't do anything" Ahmad said.

"If I'm still leyla I wouldn't do anything but I'm not anymore" I added.

"If I can't have anything then you cannot hayal. I'm sorry for everything" I said and pull the trigger.

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Omg!!

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