The Golden Cage.

Chapter One.

My rushed steps started to echo down the whole length of the hallway that just semeed to be longing and stretching in eternity as the realization washed through my whole body like a bucket of ice cold water that somebody poured onto me, from head to the very toe, from a single nerve to the very core of my brain. My breath becoming raged in just a matter of a few seconds, my heart commencing to pound hardly in my chest, the bursting feeling of my lungs being ripped apart out of exhaustion, with every single breath i took in and gave out, as i found myself sprinting along the length of the corridor, yanking my head backwards, mind full of hopes of not catching in my sight the people that were chasing after me just now. And just then when hope returned to my veins I found myself at the intersection of four corridors, knowing three of these will get me to a real life nightmare not an actual life, horrible future that was going to be bricked with burning stones that would blaze my feet each step i would make. Then the sound of rushed footsteps got to me and started to ring repeatedly in both of my ears, in my head, scratching every single corner and nook in my brain. I knew he wouldn't give up, until he catches me, until he has me. I have no time. I took a turn to the right, my hands shaking volnurabily as i began to feel my legs begin to be at the very edge of giving up and making me collapse, right here, right now on this concrete grey marbled floor, i couldnt let that happen, no, no, no.

Not now.

I have to keep running.
For my own sake, for my fucking future. I can't let them catch me, if they do, it all will be over, all my life. How could my father agree to this?
I hate him.
I will hate him forever for what he had done to me.
Selling off his daughter just like that, just like that. Selling off his daughter to a man he doesnt even know, i dont even know, not even by looks but character. Then i realised, i dont even know who i am running from, i dont even know how he looks like, but i knew, i knew i could never stop, no matter what happens, everything will be better than getting caught by these, his people. But the thing that disturbs me the most is that my fathers eyelid didn't even budge when he was selling me off. The sick smile and the fucking look of satisfaction on his face when he got hold of and opened the suitcase with a whole stash of money that was stuffed inside. Not caring about what will happen to me after he sells me off, he treated me just like an animal, just like a piece of meat. Have he even wondered how I would feel? I bet this thought didn't even came across his mind, all he ever cared about was money, that was all that was in his interest, not even his own daughter, not even his own wife, but money. All that ever mattered to him, money.
Then i heard a group of people yelling behind me, i figured they had to stop at the intersection i did too.
"Let's split!" One of them yelled too loudly, making me think the sound came from the direction i was facing forward to now as their muffled voices started to echo now across the corridors. My vision started to get blurry, everything turning into a blob as the walls started to deform and suddenly the hall becoming tighter and smaller.
"What the fuck?" I mumbled under my nose, did my brain decided to play a trick on me just now? But just then I noticed a faint smug of yellowish light coming from across another turn. I picked up on my pace as i stumbled across the corner, then i noticed a door.
Finally, i thought to myself. I threw my hand to the handle, yanking hardly on it as the door swing open rapidly.
"Holy fuck.." I muttered as i stopped in place, my hands on my knees, head tilted down, my chest ascending and descending in rapid movements as i tried to catch my breath, my lungs stinging from the fresh outside air.
I made it.
I looked around rushedly, trying to find a way out, remembering they can catch up to me at any moment. I saw a hole in the fence. I hurriedly ran towards it, I slipped through the hole and ran down the street. I tried to stop the first car that came to my sight, by waving my hands around like a crazy person. The car went off to the side just a meter from me, i opened the door and saw a middle aged woman behind the steering wheel.
"Thank you ma'am, I am really grateful you stopped" I said peaking my head inside, my breath still being raged.
"Where to take you dear child?" she asked politely, motioning with her hand for me to get into the car, so i did.
"Storm Alley, Thank you again, it means a lot to me." I said as i closed the door and buckled the belt. The woman drove off.
I had a really nice conversation with her during the ride, i asked her to write me her number so i could pay her back for her help. She insisted it was not necessary but i managed to convince her. I thanked her once more and got out of the car.
As i stood infront of the gate to my old house, an icy cold breeze brushed through my hair, it felt almost like it was trying to carress it, the air stinging deeply the insides of my lungs as i reached for the handle. The gate of the fence opened with an audible creaking sound of the hinges.
I know this will be the last place they will come looking for me right at this moment, but i still have to make it quick and hurry, i have no time to waste. I got inside my old house, which was currently my fathers home. I grabbed my suitcase and began throwing my clothes into it, some random decors from shelves i was passing beside and stuff from the house to sell later on, so i will have at least some money to start everything over again, in a new place, in a new country, no one will know me at. As a totally new and different person.
I purposely left open my old notebook in my old bedroom, on the page that was directing that i wanted to move away to Florida, with this movement creating a fake lead to buy some more time for myself, but in reality i was already buying tickets to a completely different country, located on a completely different continent, on the other end of the world.
As i was about to exit the house through the main door i saw the main gate opening, and a set of cars driving onto the driveway right infront of the house. My hand gripped onto my documents tightly and i started to run to the back entrance of the mansion. I swung the door open and shut it locked right after myself, i threw the hood from my hoodie on my head and started rushedly walking down the alleyway. I stopped a taxi that was about to drive next to me.
"To the airport." I said opening the door as i threw my suitcase to the backseat and got into the passenger seat. The moment i buckled my belt, the man drove off.
I didn't even look back.
I just let out a sigh of relief, a breath that felt so deep i think i was holding it in from the moment my mother was brutally murdered by my filthy father.