His Dangerous Embrace

Runaway

Chapter 2

"No distance is too far when her freedom and safety are on the line."

(Esme's pov)

As I looked from the balcony to the ground, an idea popped into my brain. I noticed the thick vines clinging to the side of the house. They looked sturdy enough to support my weight. It was risky, but I had no other choice.

I carefully climbed over the balcony railing and grabbed onto the nearest vine. Testing it with my weight, I found it surprisingly strong. Slowly, I began my descent, my heart pounding with each step down.

Halfway down, I heard the front door open and voices drifted out. I froze, clinging to the vine, praying no one would look up. The voices faded as the group moved away from the house. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and continued my descent.

Finally, my feet touched the ground. I quickly ducked behind a bush, scanning the yard for any signs of movement. The black cars parked in the driveway were a chilling reminder of the danger I was in.

Staying low, I made my way toward the back gate, moving as quietly as possible. My mind raced with thoughts of where to go and what to do next. As I reached the gate, I hesitated for a moment, taking one last look at the house that had been both a prison and a home.

I couldn't stay there any longer. I had to escape. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the gate open and slipped into the night. The world outside was unknown and filled with dangers, but it also held the promise of freedom. And after everything I'd been through, I wasn't going to let anyone take that away from me.

I had left my house with nothing—no money, no phone, no clothes, nothing I needed to survive. Anxiety gripped me as I realized the gravity of my situation. What would I do? Where would I live? What would I eat? These questions raced through my mind, each more daunting than the last.

As I walked further from the house, the streets grew darker and quieter. The only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and the occasional bark of a dog. I had no destination in mind, only a desperate need to put as much distance between myself and that house as possible.

(Third person's pov)

Meanwhile, Mrs. Gerald shouted at the room, her voice echoing through the house. "Open this door right now!" Her patience had worn thin, and frustration laced her words. When there was no response, she pounded harder, each bang on the door resounding with anger.

"Girl, don't make me come in there!" she threatened. But still, silence.

Fuming, she turned the knob and found it locked.

Mrs. Gerald took out the spare key from her pocket.

She unlocked the door and swung it open, only to find the room empty. The neatly made bed and the discarded flowerpot on the floor were the only signs someone had been there. Realization dawned on her face, and her anger turned to panic.

"She's gone," Mrs. Gerald hissed, her eyes narrowing. As Mrs. Gerald found the room empty, terror gripped her heart. The girl had escaped—what would she say to those men now? Her thoughts were interrupted by the deafening sound of a gunshot and Reema's terrified scream. Panic surged through her as she bolted downstairs, her heart pounding in her chest.

She stumbled into the living room to see a group of men holding Reema at gunpoint. "Leave my daughter right now! What are you all doing?" she shouted, her voice cracking with fear.

The leader of the group stepped forward, his expression cold and menacing. "Woman, didn't I tell you earlier that I wouldn't wait any longer? I want my commodity for what I paid you. Either bring that girl or we will take her."

Dread traveled through Mrs. Gerald's nerves. She knew these men were dangerous, but she had never anticipated Esmeralda escaping or that the situation would backfire so catastrophically. Tears welled up in her eyes as she finally confessed, "That girl has escaped."

The leader's face twisted with rage. He delivered a harsh slap to Mrs. Gerald, sending her stumbling. "Didn't I tell you what would happen if we didn't get what we want? You knew the consequences, right?" he barked, his voice a growl of anger. Reema sobbed, her face pale with fear.

Mrs. Gerald, struggling to regain her composure, pleaded, "The girl didn't get far. We can still find her."

The leader, glaring at her, turned to one of his men. "Go and find that girl. I'll take care of these two," he ordered.

Esme was still roaming around the city when suddenly she heard the noise of a car. She quickly hid behind a tree, peeking out cautiously. Her heart sank as she recognized the same black cars she had seen parked outside her house. A wave of terror gripped her heart as she realized they were looking for her.

The cars slowed down, and men stepped out, scanning the area with flashlights. Esme held her breath, pressing herself tightly against the tree trunk. She could hear their footsteps getting closer, their voices low but urgent.

"She couldn't have gone far," one of them said. "Spread out and check everywhere."

Esme's mind raced. She had to find a way to escape without being seen. She looked around frantically, spotting a narrow alleyway across the street. If she could just make it there, she might be able to lose them in the maze of backstreets.

Summoning all her courage, she waited for the right moment. As the men moved further away from her hiding spot, she took a deep breath and dashed towards the alley. Her heart pounded in her chest as she ran, the fear of being caught propelling her forward. But then one of the men spotted her and shouted to his mates, "There! The girl is running, follow her!"

Esme turned around to see them chasing her, but her steps didn't cease. She didn't stop running. Adrenaline surged through her veins, giving her the strength to push on despite the fatigue and terror.

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